Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 605 607. Terrain

Under Mentos's attention, Lann's mood curve skyrocketed after he started reading Haxor's letters.

Until now, it has been in an unprecedented state of excitement.

But this is how the body's hormone levels show up, but Lan En's expression, tone, and logic are as if nothing has happened.

The calmer Lan En became, the more Mentos understood that his emotions at the moment were definitely not fake!

"That's a whole army, sir."

On the way, the biological brain made the last reminder it could.

"We dealt with the Nilfgaardian army yesterday evening, and the result was not ideal."

"That's because I wanted to protect something at that time." Lan En said calmly. "But now, there should be nothing that needs my protection."

It had been four hours since he left the camp, and now he had to walk back again.

Will the refugees who are about to reach the border be willing to wait? Will Haxo, who has been prepared for a long time, leave time?

Will not. Now that we have made such a plan to cut off everything, we will never leave any chance.

die.

The death of "not a few dozen people out of a thousand people" described in Hacksaw's letter is inevitable.

"Hakthor said that he will do everything he can to cause destruction to the Nilfgaardians. The three factors that determine war are: time, location, and harmony."

"He does not have the power to change the weather or the current situation, the refugees will not be filled with courage because of his inspiration, and the Nilfgaardians will not become weak because of him. All he can use is the terrain."

"I just hope that the terrain he picked doesn't make it impossible for me to perform. You see, I'm actually very calm."

Lane's analysis is calm and coherent.

This made Mento not know what to say even if he wanted to persuade him.

"In the early days of participating in this war, I actually carried a kind of 'laziness', Mentos."

The biological intelligence brain did not speak. He did not know what the subject meant.

So Lan En just kept talking to himself.

"I was furious when I saw those people whose lives were taken away by the aftermath of the war, and those corpses that were tortured. But what I thought from the beginning, what I thought subconsciously, was really just to save some of the things I saw. It’s just a tragedy.”

"After all, I have done a lot of things, right? I helped a goddess to guard a rift where the celestial spheres meet. This is a contribution to the security of the entire world."

"It's human nature to think this way, sir."

Mentos said soothingly.

"After making achievements, you will want to rest and be too lazy to take care of yourself. This is normal."

"Normal? Maybe." There was no trace of fluctuation on Lan En's calm face. "But after these eyes have seen more in this war, there is only one thing on my mind now -"

"I can do more."

After a slight silence, the biological brain responded as usual.

"Then. The mission has been accepted, and I will work hard for the path you have chosen."

Lan En nodded.

"Thanks, Mentos."

"I will be at your service."

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A knight's horse's hooves clattered as he returned from the woods beside the road.

What was in front of him was a large black mass of Nilfgaardian troops with shiny armor and cold blood.

As the saying goes, there is no limit when a person is full of thousands, although the number of troops who came here to perform tasks under the order of Duke Adal Aip Darcy this time was less than ten thousand.

But each of them is wearing sophisticated armor that can increase their physique by more than one circle, and there are a full 500 knights from the Nausika Cavalry Class among them!

So at a glance, it looks like a chilling black ocean.

These soldiers had just withdrawn from the battlefield of the Battle of Soden to rest.

They had just won a battle, and it was not even a victory so much as a one-sided massacre!

So these soldiers naturally had an arrogance that was unparalleled, and there was a bloody aura overflowing from their eyes.

The Usika cavalry squad had a habit of cutting off the heads of enemies they killed and hanging them on their saddles.

Just use the head owner's own hair.

It wasn't until the flesh started to stink that they disposed of the heads to prevent themselves and their horses from getting sick.

But now it is winter when the temperature is cold and not perishable, so there are at least three or four human heads hanging on the saddle of each Nausika cavalry squad.

It was broken at the neck, and pale bones were still exposed at the break. When he opened his eyes, there were only dry and gray eyeballs due to loss of moisture.

Although Duke Adal looked down on this habit, considering that these knights were serious Nilfgaardians, he still rode with them.

A dead man's head is easier to bear than a country man's mud legs.

This army, which was comparable to the entire military strength of some small northern countries, walked slowly on the road, waiting for information from the scouts ahead so that they could adjust their route in time.

".You read that right? Ha, then they are really happy too early."

The person responsible for stepping forward to receive information from the scouts was Darkley. Standing in front of such a strong military force, he felt a little more alive.

The beauty of power made him feel great.

The scout went out again, and Darkley came to Duke Adal to report.

"You can't be wrong, sir. Because those refugees were about to be 'rescued', they no longer thought about covering up their traces, and they just rushed towards the border."

A playful smile appeared on Darkley's face, as if he were watching an animal show.

"Except for this group of lucky guys among the rags and scattered objects hanging on the road, I guess there are not many refugee groups with this number."

"Then where are they now?"

Duke Adal waved his hands indifferently. A group of refugees were not worth a glance, they were just like maggots.

All he cares about is the target in the 'maggot pile'.

"The route is clear, my lord. They will make it all the way here."

Darkley clicked on the map. It was a circular hillside with only one gap.

Duke Adal said oh and adjusted his black helmet with gold rim.

"You also know how to use terrain to delay the pursuit of troops in the final sprint. You are a smart person."

"But no matter how smart you are, you still need intelligence support. If it was before the end of the Battle of Soden, this place is indeed not our control area. But after the northern army's disastrous defeat"

"Ha! Those barbarians holding iron plates and wearing iron sheets, are they worthy of being called an army? The red hawk cavalry of Redania were surrounded by the Aedirn infantry and had no room to raise their horses. The crossbows of the Kaedwen people could not It fell on the Temerian white lily through communication. I can tell these jokes for the rest of my life."

Amid Duke Adal's disdain for the northern army, Darkley smiled flatteringly.