Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 608 610. Massacre

There is actually nothing much to say about the battle process.

In other words, this is not a battle at all.

Even the refugees who broke out of the defense line briefly disrupted the formation of Nilfgaard's approaching infantry, but this was actually of no use.

To civilians, the army in the feudal era was no better than the bandits who killed people and plundered goods at their doorsteps.

"Don't kill me, don't kill us, us."

"Pfft!"

The Nilfgaardians hacked to death every refugee who ran towards them in panic.

Even if they are unarmed and have their wives and children with them.

The people under the black armor declared when they entered Cintra: Nilfgaard will save Cintra and bring civilization to this land.

But now, the blade cuts into the throat and the tip pierces the ribs. The Nilfgaardian emperor is killing with a smile!

The role of soldiers in this era is very simple - killing machines.

The Empire trains this way too. So for these Nilfgaardians, they just feel that their 'work object' is really easy and weak.

You can finish your work happily.

As for the wails and heart-wrenching pleas for mercy, these are things that I have long been tired of hearing.

Besides, are northerners considered human beings? Who would waste their sympathy on a group of uncivilized barbarians?

Just like no one sympathizes with the roast chicken on the table.

Darkley believed that suppressing the fire was more important than this group of refugees, so he went to take command.

The infantry regiment ordered to massacre was commanded by Duke Adal himself, who felt he had been humiliated.

Although the Duke was narrow-minded and arrogant, he was a ruthless man who came from a great noble family in Nilfgaard and succeeded in inheriting the hereditary title.

Commanding an overwhelmingly powerful force to crush a group of refugees was no surprise at all.

"Fight! Fight!"

Passionate war cries and shouts kept bursting out of Stewart's mouth.

"For Cintra! For Calanthe!"

The remaining dozens of injured soldiers, led by Stewart and Haxor, stood in front of the Nilfgaardian infantry.

They waved their weapons vigorously and struck the black glazed armor, making a "dinging, banging, banging" sound.

But injuries hindered their physical fitness, and the long run left them with insufficient physical strength. Now, the enemy has comprehensive advantages in numbers and quality.

So Stewart and Haxall could only watch.

Watching the warriors around them being scattered and separated by the strong, well-fed Nilfgaardians.

Then several Nilfgaardians pinned the warriors to the ground.

They laughed as they watched these Cintra warriors struggling on the ground, their hands and feet desperately pulling away earth and rocks, but to no avail.

Then a Nilfgaardian soldier used his long sword to mark the gaps in the armor in a leisurely manner, and then poured down the bucket.

There was a "puff" sound as the blade penetrated flesh, and there was also the sound of blood splattering out.

The soldier's arms and legs suddenly stiffened, struggled, and twitched, but in the end they became irreversibly weak and limp.

It's like slaughtering a group of pigs, cattle and sheep that are about to be served.

It's not intense or dignified.

Behind the soldiers led by Haxo, the refugees huddled together like quails. They cried and pushed, but just watched.

Dozens of Cintra soldiers were pinned to the ground and slaughtered like livestock. The process was quick.

According to the Duke's instructions, no one has done this to Stewart and Haxor yet.

Yes, Haxor is also fighting. Even though he has never even fought in the first half of his life, he is still waving that steel scepter and fighting!

The Nilfgaardian soldier he was fighting didn't even draw his sword, he used a boxing-like stance.

After grabbing the slow and obvious scepter, he tried to snatch it away, but when he jerked his hand, he found that he couldn't pull it.

Then he reacted and punched the side of Haxo's helmet.

There was a "bang", and Haxo's eyes widened in the helmet.

But even so, he still kept talking about something.

"Merciful Meritelli, forgive them. Warm their souls."

After receiving a punch on the head, Haxo's hand finally let go.

So the Nilfgaardian infantryman was able to snatch the scepter from his hand, turned around and handed it to Duke Adal.

"I will show you the consequences of insulting a noble man."

Duke Adal used his toes to lift up Haxo's helmet and visor, looked directly into his eyes and said.

Haxo, who finally recovered from his dizziness, smiled. Different from the smiling expression before, he was now very happy.

"Oh, please let me know, haha!"

Haxo's laughter made Adal's eyes twitch, "Break his legs!"

The order was given, and the soldiers around him immediately obeyed. A claw hammer was taken off the soldier's waist and hit Haxo's greaves with a bang. His legs and greaves were suddenly smashed into a valgus shape.

Blood gushes out from the gaps in the armor.

Haxor began to scream, but as he screamed in pain, he was also laughing.

This laughter made Adal even more furious!

For this reason, he even forgot the goal he cared about most and his noble demeanor.

He squatted down and grabbed the edge of Haxo's helmet, pulling his head off the ground.

"You can still laugh, right? Let me guess, you look like a noble. Is your family dead? Or was it sent to a safe place by you? Redania? Temeria? So you can feel at ease. Take these maggots to death!"

"Did you hear the screams? Did you hear the cries? It's all your fault! It's your responsibility!"

Haxo laughed with his bleeding mouth: "Of course, of course, this is my responsibility. So, my family is not dead or running away, he is here! Always here! With me!"

"Oh? That's great." Duke Adal said in a low and sinister tone. "You hid him among the refugees, hoping that you could give your poor family a happy death?"

"I'm not hiding, I'm right here!"

On the other side, Stewart, who was lying on the ground with his head held down by Nilfgaardian soldiers, shouted.

His helmet had been removed long ago, and now the enemy's hands were firmly pressing on the side of his face, unable to move in the dirt.

But even so, he still shouted his identity loudly.

"I am Stuart Lynn! A knight personally made by Queen Calanthe! The son of Haxo Lynn!"

"Okay! Hero!" Adal shouted angrily. He regarded the enemy's fearlessness in front of him as contempt and shame. "A family hero!"