Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 587 589. Time difference

Stewart's scouting party returned near noon, bringing with them rumors and news from the road.

"We can go northeast."

This knight, who was younger than Lan En when he first came to this world, reported calmly while eating rough and dry food.

He even swallowed a strand of black and gold hair next to his ear.

"To the west is the coastline. We saw in the dark that the Nilfgaardians were frequently mobilizing troops there. I guess they are preparing for the plunder of King Bran of the Skellige Islands."

"The deceased King Tursek was the brother of King Bran. The old man who lost his brother is now furious. Rumor has it that he even wanted to go directly along the river to plunder the Golden Tower City."

"If King Bran didn't have this temper, then he wouldn't be able to suppress the other families on the Skellige Islands."

Haxo poured his son a glass of water to ease the food in his throat.

"Those who have no talent will be cast aside by the islanders. Even for his own prestige, King Bran must take revenge. What's more, the relationship between the two brothers is really good."

He is very aware of this kind of family affairs between the royal family, after all, he was in charge of this before.

What I am saying now is mainly to explain clearly to everyone watching. Prove that your actions are logical and trustworthy.

At least, the merchants and mercenaries next to Lan En nodded with conviction.

In this case, the general direction of heading northeast to escape from the battlefield of Cintra has been decided.

Next, we need to rely on the scouts' high-intensity attendance to detect news and road conditions to escort the specific itinerary.

It is foreseeable that this will be a job that is so hard that life would be worse than death.

But looking at Stewart's intentions, he will accept his father's assignment calmly as always.

"I have another question."

Lan En raised his hand on the side, and everyone present looked at him.

Because Lan En looked at Stuart when he spoke, the young knight knew that he was going to ask him, so he continued to eat while raising his head towards Lan En.

At this juncture, in fact, everyone present except Haxo didn't care much about etiquette.

"We just killed that special force in the morning. They are indeed a group of highly skilled elites as we suspected."

Others felt a little relieved when they heard this.

After all, it was a force that could easily kill all six search teams on horseback. With such a thing hanging around, they wished they could even sleep with one eye open.

Now that they're dead, that's great.

But Lan En still kept speaking at a gentle pace.

"That's not just a good thing, folks."

"We eliminated the threats wandering around us, providing protection for our subsequent march. But at the same time, we also briefly exposed our own existence."

"That elite team is not just any patrol team or security group. Even the most basic patrol team and security group must report the situation to the military center on a regular basis."

"Previously, they only intercepted and killed the teams that were sent out to search for supplies. At most, they thought there was a group of refugees here. But now, they died here, which means that there is a force that can be called a 'threat' here."

As Lan En narrated, people's originally relaxed eyes became tense.

At the last moment, these people were smiling and even grateful because Lan En helped them eliminate the threats around them.

But the next moment, when they knew that the move to eliminate the threat would bring about a greater threat, the eyes looking at Lan En turned out to be filled with complaints.

No one can leave without clearing out that special force, so we must take action. These people know it very well.

But human sensibility will not be curbed by reason.

Their fear of the Nilfgaardian army would make them complain about anyone who attracts attention, which is natural.

Lan En's expression did not change due to other people's reactions.

To be honest, he had anticipated the entire process.

It's just that he doesn't care what these people think of him, he always does what he wants to do.

"You've been around this battlefield much longer than I have, and I want to hear your opinion, Mr. Stewart."

"How long do you think it will take for the news of the annihilation of that elite force to reach the Nilfgaardian army? This is related to our itinerary."

If you don't want to be surrounded by the Nilfgaardian troops, you can only leave this area before they can react.

Stewart's mouth moved slowly while chewing the grain, and he was obviously thinking seriously.

"We once defeated a Nilfgaardian patrol, and it was nearly two weeks before their army responded. After all, the situation was chaotic, and there were not no monsters wandering around in the country of Cintra. The war was bloody. The smell will attract a large number of monsters."

The response speed of two weeks is indeed a good result for an army fighting an invasion war in a foreign country.

"How did you deal with those corpses?"

“Very clean.”

Stewart nodded and continued: "Considering that they are elite troops, we will increase the frequency of their upward reporting by one-third, or directly increase it by half! That is one week."

"We have to get out of this area within a week!"

Stewart finished the remaining food in his hands in a few mouthfuls, got up and walked towards the war horse.

"Thank you for your help, Master Witcher. We will find a way out."

If you want to increase the speed of travel, it is unrealistic to rely on the power of these refugees who don't even have enough to eat to speed up.

Then the scouts can only work overtime to find an easy and safe way.

At the same time, this also means that the scouts who go out to explore will be more exposed, and the risk of being discovered by the Nilfgaardians greatly increases.

In fact, all the twenty horses brought back by Lan En and the others last night were dispatched this morning.

And until now, only eighteen horses have returned.

One morning, two cavalrymen died outside.

It was clearly a clear day outside the woods, but the Nilfgaardians used their army to turn it into an abyss that swallowed life.

There is nothing more to say.

To survive in a war zone, time is what matters.

You can survive if you move before being discovered, and you can survive if you move before being surrounded.

Otherwise, they will be beaten hard, and then people will die.

Who can guarantee that he will not be the dead person in the next sudden conflict?

Even a demon hunter, in a tense and noisy large-scale melee, would die if he was hit by a stray arrow.

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