Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 590 592. Save yourself

Continuous sneak movement is a very difficult thing for these Sintra refugees whose bodies and minds are already on the verge of reaching their limits.

But after the actions of the past few days, they realized that walking with fear was actually a kind of stability that was very rare in this current situation.

On a frosty and windy dawn, the sound of Stewart's horse's hooves sounded again.

He brought a very bad, but also expected bad news.

"In front of us, there is a manor."

The young knight spoke calmly as always, but now his eyes were bloodshot and his beard was unkempt. The contrast between his appearance and demeanor was huge.

During these days, the scouts led by Stewart were the most tiring and dangerous group of people. And he himself has never changed shifts and has never been absent from the investigation operations he was responsible for.

"go on."

The knight's father, Haxo, smiled and spoke.

Lan En watched from the side, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a little more expectation and relief in this man's smile?

Is it an illusion?

The young knight seemed not to notice anything and was just narrating to himself.

"A militarized manor, it was originally supposed to be a winery for growing grapes and making wine. Now it seems to have been transformed by the Nilfgaardians into a small resting base on the patrol route."

"like?"

"I don't dare to get too close. There are at least two to three hundred Nilfgaardian soldiers stationed in that manor."

When this number of enemies was spoken, there was a sudden silence.

This was enough to massacre this group of refugees.

"Take a detour! Before they find out!"

Someone immediately suggested this.

But it was immediately rebutted.

"A detour? Where should we go now? Have you never been here before?"

Border crossings are not easy to navigate, especially in large numbers.

Lan En was able to enter Cintra from anywhere without attracting any attention, just because he was alone and had solid skills, and it didn't matter where he went.

However, the nearly 1,000 people in the refugee group just need fresh water every day, which basically limits their route choices.

After all, these water sources are only in so many places.

Therefore, the border guards of various countries only need to deploy forces on the only roads they must pass.

The checkpoints on the national border are not blocked by loners like Lan En. They can't get stuck and don't need to get stuck.

"If we turn around now, we will have to walk for at least a month before we can find the exit! Will the number of scouts during this period be enough? We have lost nearly ten scouts in the past few days, including men and horses!"

Another man dressed as an army officer also echoed: "The food can't last more than a month."

"And most importantly," Hacksaw ended with a subtle tone.

"After this manor, it will only take us a little over a day to get out of Sintra."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere on the field changed subtly.

Staying even a minute longer in this bloody pit of war would make you feel like you are going crazy.

Detour and walk for more than a month.

And behind this manor, there is only one day. Only one day!

People are greedy and lucky.

What if I can rush through? What if the person who dies is not you?

Isn’t that what brought so many refugees here?

"Then" someone licked his lips, his eyes flashed with anticipation, and he looked tentatively at the people around him. "How about we give it a try?"

"If we take another detour, we won't be able to bear it anymore!"

"This is the fault of the scouts. We have already reached this point. Whoever wants to survive must make a last ditch effort!"

When these people put the blame on the scouts, the last psychological restraint disappeared.

So everyone started to agree with this resolution.

"Sneaking under the nose of that temporary military station is basically impossible, everyone."

Haxo paused on the ground with the steel scepter in his hand and remained silent for a while.

"Distribute weapons and equipment to everyone who can pick them up."

"Whether you succeed or not, whether you can survive or not depends on this last time."

Everyone below should accept it and leave separately.

Their eagerness seemed to be contagious, and within a short time, the news that they were "going out soon" and "it will be safe soon" began to spread among the refugee group.

Haxor himself stood motionless in his tent.

His son also stood with him. Facing a person's scrutiny.

Lan En's slightly narrowed cat eyes scanned up and down the father and son.

"Tell me Haxo. What exactly do you think?"

"Let a group of refugees who are about to die of exhaustion take up arms? Plus the young man behind you who keeps recording."

Lan En approached them and looked down with a serious expression.

"You almost make me think that you want to use this group of refugees as consumables so that you can fight a beautiful breakout battle."

A huge body brings huge pressure.

A normal person's reaction would be like the little clerk behind Haxo, who started to tremble.

But nothing happened to Haxor and his son.

"I don't want to rely on these refugees to add any glorious resume to my resume, Master Bordon."

Haxo said softly.

"I have never thought of it that way. You know very well that if you want to escape from the war zone, you must encounter the Nilfgaardian troops sooner or later. And we have tried our best to delay this process until it is absolutely necessary. The end is now."

Stewart also said calmly: "I can also guarantee it with my honor, Master."

"Every time the scouts go out, they have their heads hanging on their belts. I lead them out. I can also guarantee that our exploration scope has been as far as possible and as thorough as possible. The result now is The 'best' we can get."

After saying that, the young knight looked at the demon hunter without evading.

"We are just a group of ants moving around in the cracks of the battlefield, Master. There are actually not so many choices about what path we can take. Even if you draw your sword and put it on my neck, I can say without shame: We I’ve tried my best.”

"I know what you are capable of, Lann." Haxor said suddenly, and he simply broke the tacit understanding between him and the witcher.

"But the difficulty of saving people is different from that of killing people. You should understand that, right?"

Cintra's former royal steward said in a low voice.

"This is a group of more than a thousand people. Even if you can kill the people in the manor, so what? The Nilfgaardians who have collapsed will still kill people. They spread out to kill people. Can you stop them by yourself? Can you take care of it?"

"The refugees from the troubled times and the rebel army who I brought along must have organizational and fighting power in order to fight their way out of this quagmire!"

"Human. In the final analysis."

"You can only save yourself!"

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