Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 623 625. Something big happened

"what is that?"

A group of normally aloof cavalry, however, after one after another brought the entrance of the crater into view, they could not help but froze on the spot.

The leader of the cavalry squad pulled the saddle of the clerk behind him and asked in a dull tone.

Of course he had seen a lot of carriage wrecks, and he had also seen a lot of them burned, and he had even burned a lot of them himself.

But the key to the problem is not the wreckage of those carriages!

But it lies in the way the wreckage was stacked, and the strips of cloth that were blown onto the wreckage by the hot wind, so that they were not burned.

It was a very simple strip of cloth with a black background. It looked like it had been burned to pieces and then blown away.

On the black cloth strips, several pale human skull patterns were vaguely arranged.

"Then the battle flag of the Usika Cavalry Squadron?!"

The clerk almost forced these words out of his throat.

The first reaction that appeared in these people's minds was that something big had happened! ! !

The Nausicaa cavalry squad is famous even among various Nilfgaardian legions with long histories and fine traditions.

And the current situation

"Shit!" the cavalry leader yelled uncontrollably, immediately clamped the horse's belly, and quickly came to the exit of the crater.

"Then the people in Usika's cavalry class are crazy? How dare they go into this kind of terrain!"

The leader's face was frightened and anxious, as if his own mother was trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

"Secretary! Where is the clerk?! Get here!"

"Yes, sir! I am here."

The clerk's helmet, which had been left unfastened because of his relaxed mood, almost fell off due to the sudden acceleration just now.

At this time, his face was pale, and he was holding his helmet while riding his horse.

"Check the duty list for me! See which Nausicaa cavalry squad is performing a mission nearby, and see how many people are in this Nausicaa cavalry squad that is trapped!"

After receiving the order, the clerk didn't even bother to wipe the cold sweat from under his helmet. He immediately took out a duty list from the bag on the saddle and started comparing it.

And with the sound of him turning the pages of the book, the three cavalrymen of the ten-man team did not dare to breathe. The team leader looked at the pages of the book and turned them over one by one, mumbling incessantly.

"Only fifty people at most, right? Who would be willing to let this kind of elite cavalry go out except for big battles and working for big nobles?"

Finally, the clerk finished flipping through the duty list in his hand, blinked, and raised it to face the officer.

"F-checked, sir."

The clerk didn't know what he saw, and even his words became stuttering.

But the chief did not notice this. Human beings subconsciously try to avoid answers that are not good for them.

"Who is on the mission? Thirty people? Or fifty?"

The clerk's answer was still hesitant: "A Nausicaa cavalry squad of 500 people has been mobilized."

"Don't say these are obviously useless." The cavalry leader waved his hand impatiently, and the surrounding cavalrymen who were eagerly waiting for news also had the same expression.

"Five hundred people? Five hundred people are enough for me to overwhelm a thousand of the northern barbarians' cavalry when they clash! It's impossible for a Nausicaa cavalry squad of this size"

"But no more, my lord."

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent.

"What do you mean by saying this?"

The clerk almost cried under his helmet: "This is the only Nausika cavalry squad that has been transferred out nearby! There will be no more!"

"The dispatcher is Duke Adal Aip Darcy. He is accompanied by one thousand black infantry archers and two thousand regular infantry."

The cavalry leader stared blankly at the huge black smoke column in front of him, and rolled his throat with difficulty.

"This is equivalent to a mixed division."

The flames in the mountain col were still scorching hot, and the heat even spread from the mountain col, causing a large circle of land around the crater to change from dry and hard in winter to soft and soft in advance.

Then, there was no more dialogue between the entire squad.

The team then rushed back to the barracks without stopping, hoping to report their findings.

But when the cavalry squad returned, they discovered that the originally noisy but orderly military camp had now become a real mess.

"Gather! Emergency gathering!"

The noncommissioned officers were like sheepdogs, driving their soldiers away with roars and crackling whips.

The affairs officers shuttled through each camp carrying baskets of documents and orders, not even daring to stop.

The livestock vehicles responsible for transporting equipment and supplies made the military camp, which had been empty these days, become crowded.

The soldiers who were eager to gather could only squeeze past the crowds and animal-drawn vehicles with difficulty. It seemed that even the smell of livestock excrement filled the atmosphere with tension and panic.

The sound of moving, colliding, and rubbing armor and equipment is even more noisy and annoying.

This situation does not look like a victorious battle has just been fought.

Instead, it reminded the cavalry squad leader of the intense and suffocating pre-battle preparations before the battle began.

The records of the clerk and all paper documents in the team were taken away as soon as they entered the military camp.

Therefore, this cavalry team did not directly know what kind of ripples the news they brought back would cause.

They just followed the order and returned to their tents to rest for a while.

However, in the noisy and chaotic military camp, the spread of news is not easy to suppress, and even people who may listen may not want to hear it at all, but the news will still get into people's ears.

"Do you know the temporary military station we set up on the border of Sintra?" Outside the tent, several officers who had gathered together walked by.

They talked as they walked, sniffling from time to time, complaining about the damn weather and the barbaric land in the north.

"There were five hundred extra war horses over there overnight. As for whose backup these horses are, I just can't figure it out. Who can hide this kind of thing? What's the secret?"

The cavalrymen who were sitting in the tent and were about to take off their armor did not dare to take a breath. Even the action of taking off their armor seemed to have pressed the pause button.

It wasn't until the shadows of the group of officers disappeared on the tent cloth that they all let out a sigh of relief, slumped down on their respective cots, and looked at each other silently.

They are also cavalry, and they know very well that in this area and at this time, they can use serious war horses as backup horses, playing a one-person and two-horse configuration.

Instead of a war horse preparing for battle and a pack horse carrying heavy equipment, there is only one unit.

"And the numbers are right, right?"

the clerk suddenly whispered.

Immediately afterwards, the leader gave him a murderous look.

"I heard nothing and understood nothing! Rest!"

The most experienced leader turned around and lay down on the bed, but his lying down seemed to give these young people a chance to express their curiosity.

So they all whispered something in a whisper.

"Who could do such a thing?"

"That's the strength of an entire mixed division! A whole!"

"There was no news from our sentry posts, from the beginning to the end."

"Ghost? Demonic spirit? Don't those northerners often talk about this?"

"That's superstition! There is only a great sun disk in this world!"

"But who knows, those things can really deal with an army?"

As they talked, they seemed not to care at all. The leader, who was lying on his side with his back to them, was shaking uncontrollably.

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