Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 592 594. War begins

Regardless of the results of several hours of training, at least everyone in the refugee group was able to move well in front of the not-so-distant 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 guys were more skilled than they were.

Then they began to pant heavily, and before they had even taken 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 witchers' tent, and the three witchers inside happened to come out.

"Masters."

He asked 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 printed with the Nilfgaardian faith emblem-the great sun wheel rose higher and higher, until A dark figure was revealed below.

Their armor reflected the light in the near-setting sun.

That's Nilfgaardian armor.

Fear spread, and these refugees suddenly remembered 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.

The noise caused by their thousands of people was not small. Being called upon at this time was actually completely within the strategic prediction.

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 were just a group of exhausted and frightened civilians, so now, only instinctive panic remained.

The chain-mail 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!

"Don't mess up 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!"

Lan En's shout was not just loud.

He was well-founded and organized, and used the Emperor's Children's sensitivity to crowd 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 are contagious, not just ‘panic’ can be contagious, but calmness can too.

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

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

Lan En and the three of them will rush to the first echelon to serve as the vanguard.

As they left, they could still hear the shouts of the chainmail 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 ——Follow the order!”

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

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

"It is an honor to fight alongside you, Masters."

The fully armed young knight on the horse pulled back his visor and bowed to the three demon hunters next to him.

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

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

It was because he was injured when he went out for 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 into 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 En's '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 and lightning, 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 En's experience in [Memory Diving].

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

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