Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 562 563. Different wars

This is an era where information is extremely fluid. Even if there is a group of technology developers like Warlocks who transcend the times, their number is too small and their quality varies, so they can hardly play a role on a broad social level.

Lan En has been heading south since he left Aretuosa.

He planned to pass vertically through Verden's territory and then enter Sintra.

The further south we go, the more restless, fearful and hysterical the air becomes.

This is the feeling that local residents have that escapes from everything they say and do.

Every household is packing their luggage, packing it once a day, and then unpacking it again when they need to use the contents of the packed package, going back and forth.

They were at a loss.

In order to survive, they had to be ready to flee north at any time. But they are too poor, and they cannot let go of the land they have cultivated locally, the houses they have built, and the property they cannot move.

So he could only continue to work in the local area like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death and was waiting for execution to earn a day's food.

Waiting for when the front line of the war really comes over, the knife is held to the throat before escaping.

Lan En was in a hurry along the way, which resulted in him barely entering the cities along the way. Naturally, he was unaware of the news that had caused a sensation and panic in the entire northern country——

Massacre of Sintra.

What made him confirm the behavior of the Nilfgaardian army was what he saw with his own eyes.

——

Lan En led Pope and stood on a cliff. In front of him was a river crossing the border between Brugg and Sintra.

He looked past a freshly painted fence to the roofs of several houses and the polished pillars of the pier.

The winch creaked.

The ferry made waves and headed straight for the shore. The blunt prow parted the river, pushing aside the dusty grass and leaves on the surface. The rope groaned in the boatman's hands, and the crowd gathered on the shore became commotion. Women yelled, men cursed, children howled, and cows, horses, and lambs brayed.

Gathered into a monotonous and low song of fear.

"Back off! Give way! Back off, damn it!" shouted a knight, his head wrapped in a bloody rag.

His horse stood in belly-deep water, raising its front hooves in annoyance and creating a splash. There were screams and shouts from the docks. Soldiers with shields pushed through the crowd and jabbed with the ends of their spears.

"Stay away from the ferry!" The knight waved his sword and shouted, "The army has priority! Stand back, or your heads will fall to the ground!"

At the bottom of the valley, a group of heavily armed soldiers were marching toward the ferry. The heavy weapons and armor raised a thick cloud of dust, which even floated to the feet of the shield soldiers in front.

The people who had already crossed the river were already huddled together before they could even be evacuated. But looking from a distance, there were still countless people on the other side of the river, still moving towards the small dock on the other side like ants moving.

Lan En needed to cross the river to the other side, so he grabbed a young man who was alone and carried only a small baggage.

A piece of dry, hard bread was exchanged for his explanation.

"Why are we all coming across the river like our butts are on fire?"

The young man gnawed viciously on the dry bread in his hand as if he hadn't eaten in a few days, while looking at Lan En, who was wearing a hooded cloak, with disbelief.

The witcher was sitting on a stone and was covered by a cloak, so the young man couldn't quite see his size.

"What else could it be because of? Nilfgaardians! Those who didn't come here will all die! They will be massacred! Do you understand?"

"Slaughter? You're not being alarmist, are you, man?"

From below came the neighing of horses being pushed onto the ferry, the sound of horse hooves trampling on the wooden planks, the screams and commotion of the crowd, the splash of the fallen carriage, and the mooing of cattle with their heads above the water.

Lan En saw the knight with a bandage on his head riding into the group and yelled, "In order, you sons of bitches! One at a time! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

At the same time, Lan En felt a sense of soreness in his shoulders, which was caused by rapid muscle growth.

Although it has only been less than a week since the implantation of the [Muscle Strengthening Organ] was completed, the latitude of his muscles has completely risen to a level. Even the sockets of the armor's buckles on the leather straps have been moved back one step. Bit.

"Are you exaggerating a bit?"

Lan En shook his shoulders discreetly, slightly relieving the soreness.

"Why are you so panicked! Have you never seen a battle? You must have come from the hinterland of Sintra. Aren't all the battles that should be fought over there already finished? The front line has no longer affected you."

"Normally speaking, the royal army has finished fighting the battles it needs to fight and determines the winner. Then the king and nobles will reach an agreement, sign a treaty, get drunk at the banquet, and have wanton sex. These have nothing to do with those on the dock. It’s a human thing! What’s going on with this chaos?”

"Huh, you obviously don't know anything."

The young man had a sense of relief that he had survived a disaster, as if he had survived after crossing the river.

"This is not an ordinary war. It is not about fighting for inheritance rights or the ownership of a certain piece of land. What we are facing is not a quarrel between two noble masters. If that is the case, we have enough experience to deal with these things."

As he said this, the man who had escaped from the disaster started to enumerate all his treasures.

"We will run away and hide when the legion approaches. We will take our precious belongings with us and hide and bury those that cannot be taken away. After they finish fighting, we will go back and continue our lives, and we can even pick up some good things on the battlefield. Goods, make a small fortune. But this time is different. This war is completely different from before!"

As he spoke, his expression became frightened.

"The Nilfgaardians won't leave us any more houses where we can go back and live. There will be nothing but scorched earth and corpses. They will destroy everything!"

"Wait, what's the benefit of destroying everything? The purpose of war is not destruction. There are only two reasons for war: firstly power, secondly money. And the Nilfgaardians don't want anything, they don't want to make money from more people, they don't want Want to rule more people and only want to destroy?"

Lan En was puzzled by this. After listening to the evaluation of Nilfgaard by the Ebin merchant last time, he changed his concept that "Nilfgaard is a bit like the Great Qin".

I started to think that ‘Nilfgaard is a bit like the empire on which the sun never sets, linking the colonies together’.

But even the serious and indifferent empire has never massacred or destroyed colonies on a large scale!

That's all money! Isn't the war just about money?

But the young man didn't want to say anything more.

"I can't beat you, sir. You are eloquent and smart, unlike us farmers, but your eloquence cannot change the fact. The fact is: the Nilfgaardians did what I said!"

"I should keep running north, and I advise you to go north too, sir."

"No, I have to go to Sintra to do some errands."

"But Cintra no longer exists, sir. That's where I come from."

Lan En's body, which was moving his shoulders, suddenly stiffened, and the dark hood turned towards the young man.

"What did you say?"

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