Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 598 600. News of the Battle

"Huh~"

Lan En let out a long breath. His physical strength was gradually recovering, and his body temperature had returned to the normal range.

The difficulty of rescuing people is different from that of killing people.

Lan En confirmed this again.

The operation to break through the blockade was actually considered a success. After all, more than 800 people came alive.

People will definitely die, it’s just a matter of more or less.

So many people take this as a way to comfort themselves, someone is going to die, but I didn't die. This is luck.

Then you can happily run towards a new life.

But there is still a large group, those armed refugees who have been organized into frontal phalanx and are truly seen face to face with the Nilfgaardians.

For the first time in their lives, they set foot on the battlefield and faced the enemy's sword and blood.

Although they survived, most of them looked dull, moved stiffly, and were unable to speak.

The few who didn't seem to collapse were crying loudly. Crying because of his narrow escape, crying for the injuries on his body, and what's more, he was crying and cursing with resentment.

Gede lowered his head and could not lift it up, and his majestic body occasionally trembled.

Because some people were scolding him, scolding him for not protecting everyone like before and why he took people like them who should be protected to the battlefield.

Lan En was holding back his anger, and when he heard such bastard words, he immediately wanted to teach this person a lesson.

But when he saw that the man was exhausted and almost collapsed, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his shoulder, he couldn't fight anymore.

He might just be a farmer or fisherman living in the countryside of Sintra. The most lethal things he has dealt with in his life are pitchforks, sickles, and fishing hooks.

And what about the enemy he faced just now?

It was the Nilfgaardians who had swept away all the regular forces in Cintra.

A few hundred people were cobbled together in a temporary military station, and the various bows and crossbows they cobbled together could even shoot a hail of arrows! There are also alchemical arrows such as explosive arrows, splitting arrows, flame arrows, etc.

If a person like him can still speak after facing these scenes, and he is not aphasic, he is considered to have strong psychological endurance.

This time, Ge pulled Lan En's arm, shook his head silently at him, and walked away together.

"Thank you. If you hit me just now, I know I can't stop you."

Gede also saw with his own eyes how Lan En manipulated the Nilfgaardians, so he still had some self-awareness.

Lan En also waved his hand: "I couldn't fight him originally. You also saw the look of that person, didn't you?"

After finishing speaking, Lan En was silent for a moment, then turned his face and spat on the ground.

"Tch. Although I have known for a long time that being a good person requires someone to hold a knife against you. I thought at that time, if I did something good, I would definitely be rude to anyone who dared to do this to me. But I didn't expect that when we actually met, This day."

"I don't even know whether I should be angry or pitiful."

Gede also shook his head.

He stayed in this refugee group longer, helped more refugees, and was grateful to many refugees before.

But precisely because of this, the refugees are more dependent on him and have more expectations for him. He also cared more about these poor people, and was hurt more deeply.

After all, he has more experience than Lan En, and now he is comforting the young demon hunter.

"Let it go, there's only one day left. In one day, we can walk out of Sintra, and we can be worthy of ourselves."

On the other side, Haxo is also delivering an inspiring speech to the refugees who are surviving the disaster.

In addition to only having one day left to reach the border, he also revealed good news.

"Soden!"

The former royal steward used his rich and well-trained voice to loudly announce this place.

The solemn tone was like a roll call for the princes and nobles entering the palace.

"It's right here in Soden! Everyone!"

"My noble lords from the northern kingdoms! They have seen the threat of Nilfgaard's black dogs and have deployed their troops to Soden!"

"There, good and evil! The Northerners and the Nilfgaardians will battle!"

Hackthor waved the heavy steel scepter in his hand passionately, as if there was a Nilfgaardian standing in front of him, and he was going to smash that person's head.

Hacksall stood on a small stone platform, with Stewart beneath him.

The eighteen-year-old knight did not follow his father's mood. Instead, he just lowered his head and rubbed the weighted ball on the hilt of the sword with his palm.

"Watch, everyone! When you cross the border, you will not only gain safety and freedom! You will also see with your own eyes the disastrous defeat of the Nilfgaardians!"

The refugees passing by the stage cheered.

It's not clear whether he was excited because he heard the news that he was very close to the border again, or whether he was excited because of the news about the Battle of Soden.

The refugees walked away one after another, while Haxo on the stone platform kept talking over and over again.

It seems that I want to tell this news to every refugee.

When the sun gradually lowered and fell into darkness, the refugees stopped and prepared to camp and rest.

Although it was only a day's journey, walking at night was ultimately life-threatening.

But this night, no one in the camp came near the witcher's tent anymore.

They whispered like mosquitoes in the distance, imagining life after safety.

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But in the Nilfgaard temporary military station where the interception failed, the atmosphere did not feel like failure.

Because outside the temporary military station, which should have been sparsely populated due to heavy casualties, the sound of restless horse hooves was now densely ringing.

The sound of a horse's hooves pacing the ground is not too loud.

But what if the number of horses is one thousand? !

Under the dark sky, the temporary military station was kept brightly lit at great expense.

Outside the military station, a large number of knights with one person and two horses were gathering together. Their armors and the armors on their horses shone with glaze under the firelight.

Silent, depressing, and murderous.

After the cavalry, there were a total of 2,500 infantry and archers.

The strength of that cavalry unit alone is equivalent to the total strength of many small countries in the north.

And now, such a fierce force that could even play a decisive role in a large-scale battle was gathered outside this small temporary military station.

"These soldiers can only stay here for a maximum of two days. They have other transfer orders. And you have just used a precious magic communication talisman."

In the temporary military station, Duke Adal Aip Darcy was dressed in military uniform, playing with a dagger on his fingertips, and his dark eyes were fixed on Darkley.

"So, the news you give me should be worthy of this honor."

Darkley, on the other hand, had a confident smile on his face.