Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 596 598. Crowd

Then, all the formations, instructions, and orders no longer matter.

A large group of refugees, like a wave, like a school of frightened sardines that exploded their nests, swarmed towards the original direction of the Nilfgaardian army!

This is what Geralt thinks is the right choice.

The original purpose of their refugee group was to escape from the land of Sintra and escape the ravages of war.

At this time, one should not pay much attention to those Nilfgaardian soldiers who were killing and running rampant in the crowd.

As long as the refugee group is allowed to pass quickly, these are acceptable casualties.

After all, even if these Nilfgaardian rebels were allowed to kill, they wouldn't be able to kill many people, especially when the refugees were all swarming in one direction.

Lan En is still there in that direction. If these rebels are given some courage, they will definitely not dare to come any closer.

What's more, in the swarming flow of refugees, these Nilfgaardians wearing armor might be trampled to death?

However, Geralt's eyes still became nervous and shocked after Haxo's voice sounded.

They should prioritize urging the refugee group to rush over, but

It shouldn’t be a matter of breaking up the formation and charging!

There are more than a thousand people, which is almost the total population of some small cities in this world.

And if these more than a thousand people are a group of people whose lives are threatened and who are only one day away from escape. How terrifying will their persistence and eagerness to escape be?

In this case, perhaps the Nilfgaardian rebels were not the most lethal.

"No chaos! No chaos! Follow the formation!"

Geralt shouted in vain. Not far from him, Gerald had just executed a rebel soldier. At this time, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly reacted and shouted with him.

But it's no use. Once this group of refugees' eagerness for survival is aroused, no one can stop them.

Like crazy, armed refugees who had been trained for hours, women who had not been given weapons, old people, children held by their families.

Rushing out of the woods like a wave!

They consciously bypassed the entangled Nilfgaardian soldiers.

The rebels were already desperate when they saw the crowd of people, but when the refugees avoided them and walked away.

This group of people seemed to have just reacted, and then laughed sarcastically, and then waved their swords without any scruples, killing the refugees who were just trying to escape.

Riots inevitably occurred.

Then there was a stampede, human wails, and cries.

Lan En watched all this happen with cold eyes, but he was too late to stop it.

In the cold air, white heat emerged from various parts of his body, drifted upward, and was then blown away and stretched by the wind.

After the Nilfgaardian phalanx collapsed just now, although he had realized that something was wrong, there was nothing he could do about it.

He could only try his best to kill, and the huge body that was so fast that it almost became an afterimage rushed left and right, strangling every Nilfgaardian who was close.

But even so, chasing down the scattered soldiers still made him run almost in a sprint for five kilometers without stopping.

Although he is still calm and strong now, his breathing has become "whooshing" and the heat in his body has become dangerous.

The main surgeries used by Space Marines to increase their combat effectiveness are [bone-enhancing organs] and [muscle-enhancing organs].

However, many subsequent surgeries are used to enhance the metabolism and energy system of a strong body, allowing various systems in the body to work in harmony, and enhance endurance and survivability.

A mature space warrior can even fight at high intensity for days without sleep!

In Lan En's case, other native organs in his body have begun to be unable to supply energy.

This is also what worries him the most——

In an open battlefield, if you want to clear away the scattered troops, just chasing and running away will consume an unknown amount of strength and stamina!

When a large number of refugees wrapped themselves up in the middle of the crowd, Lan En had no choice but to put the Lake Lady's Sword back into its scabbard.

In his own camp, with his physique and strength, he couldn't even rush forward or run quickly.

Because when he moved, to ordinary people, it was no different than being hit head-on by a car.

"Gede!"

Geralt found his companion as much as possible in the surging crowd and shouted to him.

It's really ironic that those Nilfgaardian soldiers who were slashing people wantonly, because no one dared to approach them, they got the space to swing their swords in the crowd.

As for the witchers, because they were trusted, a large number of people crowded around them, but they could only keep the short-haired Valyrian steel sword in its scabbard and did not even dare to take it out.

The bearded bear witcher looked back, and Geralt shouted quickly.

"It's a complete mess! I can't control it anymore. I have to find someone!"

Ciri and Dandelion, these two people have no fighting ability at all.

If he encountered the rebels, or even just fell down, Geralt didn't dare to think what would happen.

"Go, go quickly!"

Gede gritted his teeth and squeezed through the crowd to the side of a rebel soldier.

The guy was laughing wildly and hacking a woman to death. The blood spurted out from the woman's neck and sprayed all over his head and face, like a demon.

Then he turned his head and his helmet was held by Gede's big hand, and then with a 'bang' sound, his neck was broken by the unarmed witcher!

On Geralt's side, he had already seen Dandelion stumbling and running with the little girl.

Although his cherry-red satin clothes had become disfigured by his long life as a refugee, the few pieces of cloth were still bright enough.

But just when Geralt wanted to move closer.

"Huha!"

A fierce sound of horse hooves rushed over!

Regardless of his careless posture, two people were trampled to death, and the strong man on the horse used the rounded ax in his hand to chop off the shoulder of a refugee with just a touch of his horse's speed.

In a blink of an eye, Geralt turned sideways and raised the steel sword.

According to common sense, the witcher felt that he should be able to cut off the wooden handle of the opponent's ax with this good sword and make a hole in his stomach along the way.

Few can keep up with the witcher's reflexes.

But in this passing moment, Geralt was shocked to find that the other party had displayed superb skills that were inconsistent with his appearance!

The ax blade was lifted lightly and just the right amount.

So the Valyrian steel sword of the Wolf faction that could have cut off the handle directly hit the ax blade!

There was an explosion, and after the man slowed down his horse, he walked around Geralt maliciously.

The strong man lifted the ax blade to his eyes and looked at it.

The broad blade of the crescent moon ax had been cut into nearly half by the demon hunter's sword in an instant!

"What a fine sword. Not even a scratch on it. Made of Valyrian steel, right?"

The refugees screamed and walked around them. The strong man stared eagerly at the steel sword in Geralt's hand.

"But it's okay. It's the same as Darkley said. After all, you demon hunters are not all monsters like that Lan En of Cintra."

"It's powerful, but it doesn't mean it's impossible to fight."

The strong man turned the handle of the ax in his hand. It was a double-edged axe. The undamaged side of the Crescent Moon Ax was turned to the direction of his palm.