Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 592: 594 war begins

Chapter 592: 594 war begins

Chapter 592 594. War begins

No matter what the results of several hours of training are, at least everyone in the refugee group has good mobility in front of the not-so-distant national border.

All those who could bear arms were arranged in a queue, wearing various types of armor.

Some only have chest protectors, and some only have armor-plated trousers, and these armors are rusty because they have not been maintained for a long time after coming off the battlefield, and they will make a harsh "squeaking" sound when moving.

This is the limit of what the refugees can arm themselves with.

The noise and excitement gradually faded away from the refugees.

Just as Lan En expected, after they felt the steel they wore and held, what was born was not peace of mind.

Because they all knew that the Nilfgaardians had better guys than they did, and those people were more skilled than they were.

So they began to pant heavily, and before they had even walked a few steps, their mouths became dry and their energy was exhausted due to panic and nervousness.

The mercenary in chainmail looked at the group of people, his brows furrowed tightly, but there was nothing he could do, no one could do anything.

He could only come to the tent of the witchers, and the three witchers inside happened to come out.

Masters.

He asked how well he did first.

"We have to take action. The time is almost up. Master Haxor would like to invite you to join the first team."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, the refugees near the edge of the woods suddenly let out a scream.

Look!

Then, a distant and powerful horn sound came from outside the woods.

Lan En, the mercenary, Geralt, and Gerd shrank their eyes at the same time. They pushed aside the crowd in front of them and quickly came to the edge to look outside.

I saw a burst of dust flying on the hillside in the distance. From the horizon, first the head of a black flag stretched out, and then the black flag with the Nilfgaardian emblem of faith - the great sun wheel - rose higher and higher until it was revealed. There were dark figures below.

Their armor reflected light in the near-setting sun.

That's Nilfgaardian armor.

Fear is spreading, and this group of refugees suddenly remembers the power of the invincible enemy on their own land.

The Nilfgaardian men in black are coming!

This is not surprising.

This place is not far from the temporary military station that was converted from a manor, and the woods are completely within the military radiation range of the military station.

Thousands of people have caused quite a stir, so being called upon at this time was actually completely within strategic predictions.

But how do these refugees know this?

They neither participated in the discussions at the meeting nor did they know how the final strategy discussed would be implemented.

They are just a group of exhausted and frightened civilians, so now, only instinctive panic is left.

The chainmail mercenaries around him beat and cursed, and kicked several people down in an attempt to stop the spread of panic, but with little success.

Until a loud shout seemed to be amplified by magic: "Quiet!"

The strengthened frame, heart, and muscles make Lan En roar like a large beast!

Dont lose your position! The enemy has already reached us. Are you still thinking of retreating into the woods?

"How big is this forest? As long as the Nilfgaardians block here, their recruitment will continue to increase, more and more!"

"Now! Now is the time when they have the smallest number! There are only about three hundred people! Break through their siege, and we can leave Sintra! This is the last chance. Recall the knowledge I just taught you, and then find a way to use it. good!"

Lanns shouting was not just about loudness.

He was well-founded and organized, and used the Emperor's Children's sensitivity to group emotions to clearly explain these logics to the refugees' chaotic brains at the moment. Every pause is designed and every tone is traceable. The combination of these things is inspiring speaking skills.

Following this skillful and well-reasoned cry, the refugees gradually calmed down.

Emotions can be contagious, not just panic can be contagious, but calmness can also be contagious.

Beside Lan En, the two demon hunters and the chainmail mercenary looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Subsequently, the mercenary stayed here as the commander of this team.

The three of them, Lan En, are rushing to the first echelon as the leading soldiers.

As they left, they could still hear the shouts of the chain-mail mercenary behind them.

"Hold the shield! Make sure to hold the shield! That's your second life! I know you are panicking and your brains are empty! It doesn't matter, the only thing left is to follow the order! Pig brains! Next, you guys will do one thing Obey the order!

"Only those who obey orders and hold the line will survive! If you run away, you will die, if you overshoot, you will die! Remember it all!"

By the time they reached the first echelon at the head of the platoon, Stewart and all his soldiers had been waiting there for a long time.

Its an honor to fight alongside you, Masters.

The young knight, who was fully armed on horseback, opened his visor and bowed to the three demon hunters next to him.

He and his soldiers were all exhausted. The scouting work in the past few days had almost exhausted them.

Even now, Lan can smell their blood in the cold air.

That was because he was injured while out on a reconnaissance, or simply his thighs and buttocks were worn out by the bumps on the horse.

But all of them, including Stewart, looked calm.

Are they really ordinary soldiers who escaped with a knight?

Lan En wondered in his mind.

But it is also possible that ordinary soldiers can be tempered like this after experiencing the war and suffering they have witnessed with their own eyes.

They are the vanguard of the entire refugee group, and they must strive to penetrate the Nilfgaardians on the opposite side as quickly as possible.

Break through the containment and take as many people out as possible.

Smoke and dust were flying in the distance, and all the Nilfgaardians in the temporary military station were probably gathered here.

Their flags are flying and their armor is bright.

Beside Lan En, they only had a group of exhausted refugees with damaged armor.

This is Lan Ens stage, a place where he can exert his power, a small square formation with twenty people on each side.

He is not a wizard who can release thunder, fireballs, ice cones, or even affect the celestial phenomena on a small scale after sufficient preparation.

On a wide, unrestricted battlefield, the range he can take into account is only so large.

Within this scope, he believed that his power was unmatched.

But it is outside this range.

Before Lan En could think any more, the next moment, there was a "stretching" sound in the distance.

Then the faint whistling sound became louder and sharper from far to near.

This sound immediately activated Lan Ens experience in [Memory Diving].

Subconsciously, he opened the golden [Quen Seal] and shouted at the same time: "A rain of arrows is coming!"

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