Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 53 53. Draw the sword from behind

Philipp didn’t want to meet Lan when the situation was unclear.

  It’s not a question of whether we can win or not.

There is no need to think about this at all. Normally, there are no enemies in the land of Willen for a dozen cavalrymen.

What's more, these dozen cavalrymen themselves are veterans who have come off the battlefield.

When the law enforcement team intercepted Bordon, even if Lan En hadn't intervened, it was estimated that one casualty would have been enough to take the head of the master witcher.

 The crossbow interrupts the enemy's attack and movement rhythm, and the melee soldiers swarm forward and hack to death.

 Or melee soldiers can restrict the enemy's movement and defense, and crossbows can directly take them away from a distance.

 A cold weapon versus a cold weapon, more people make sense!

The real reason Phillip doesn't want to meet him is that if Lan is really crazy, how much will it cost them to win?

There are no military mages here, and Philip and his men have not seen much of the witcher's magic.

 On the battlefield, the lack of intelligence must be filled with life.

Philip is not only managing these dozen cavalry, but these dozen cavalry are also the basis for his status among the knights.

 Losing one of them would be an unacceptable weakening of his status.

What's more, these soldiers generally had a good impression of Lan En in their previous cooperation.

No one, including Philip himself, wanted to fight a sword with a friendly friend, or at least an acquaintance.

Everyone wants to be friends with good people.

 At least in this fucked-up world, that's one of the few things that makes people feel at ease.

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Following the scent and footprints, Lan En climbed two slopes in this hilly area and crossed a stream.

 He found another small camp.

The cold cat's eyes were hidden behind the overlapping woods, and Poppy was left in the safe rear.

This time it’s not about asking for directions or dealing with soldiers blocking the way.

When Lan En saw this camp for the first time, he made up his mind -

 This time there will be blood from the beginning!

 The structure of this camp is similar to that of the previous military station.

 Large tarpaulin tent, storage boxes, various cloth bags, and fire pits.

  But there are some slight differences.

What was roasting on the fire was a human arm.

 A few people were talking and laughing, looking forward to the food on the fire being cooked quickly.

As for the hands on the arms, the people sitting in the tent are carefully trimming the flesh and bones.

 Looks like this will be another qualified palm necklace.

Most of the seven people in the camp only wore an animal skin vest on their upper bodies, with their arms open.

Some even only wore shorts on their lower body, while others looked like farmers, with a pair of trousers tied tightly around the legs with a rope.

 In short—they had no armor.

In terms of weapons, it is basically a Willen sword on the waist, or simply a wooden stick wrapped with a cloth strip, with a few nails randomly hammered into the striking end, which can be regarded as a mace.

“Sir, there are seven people in the camp. One of them cannot be observed due to the field of vision, but his footsteps are obvious.”

Mentos warned aloud, knowing that Lann himself was observing.

 But no matter what the subject’s observation results are, it must give the subject its own observation report as a reference supplement.

 “Well, I noticed it.”

 Lan En’s voice was as calm as his eyes.

“Please note, sir, based on the position of the person outside the field of vision, I estimate that there is a 70% chance that he will be a long-range enemy.”

 “It doesn’t matter, Mentos.”

 Lan began to move.

There was no sneaking, no sprinting, but just like outing, gently pushing aside the branches and weeds in front of you, and walking forward.

 “Completely. Doesn’t matter.”

 The young man pulled out the steel sword from his back and twisted his neck.

 He has seen the fighting abilities of cannibals.

  It cannot be said to stretch the crotch, but it can only be said to be reassuring.

 They are not professional soldiers who have been trained and tested in their killing skills.

When Willis's surprise attack broke out, one cavalry and two archers were used, even if the cavalry was killed at first sight because they had not seen the seal.

 Having only two archers left should be a huge threat to Lan En.

 But Lan En discovered right away that the two archers had no cooperation at all.

 There is no order of shooting, no awareness of restraining, forcing positions, and then waiting for opportunities to kill.

 At the end of the day, this is just a group of criminals who are good at hiding.

 Now, these criminals don’t even have a piece of armor!

　　The voiceless sound of drawing a sword appeared unabashedly in this woodland.

 The sound of branches being moved was also mixed together.

 The cannibals soon became alert.

Although he is not a professional soldier, he still makes a living by killing people, so he still has the due vigilance.

A man with rosacea took out the Willen sword from his waist, bowed his waist and made an attack posture, and walked towards the direction of the noise.

 “Hey, someone is still delivering food to your door today!”

He spoke carelessly, but Rosacea's defensive sword-holding posture and serious eyes showed that he was not relaxed.

 But it’s just as Lan En said himself.

It doesn’t matter to him whether the enemy is serious or lazy.

 The sound of branches flapping became louder and louder.     A figure wearing heavy armor slowly walked out from the shade of the trees.

 Because of the light, the first thing that appeared was a pair of leather boots with steel shin guards.

From the dim light, it could be seen that the man had his sword behind his back and was drawing it out at this time.

 Rosacea felt panicked for a moment when he first saw the figure.

 Because he also knows very well the differences between armor-piercing and non-armor-piercing, heavy armor and light armor.

 But then he saw the number of people and the sword, and he smiled.

one person? Carrying a sword?

Even if he is wearing heavy armor now, this man is still delivering food to his door.

 “Aha!”

Rosacea laughed and jumped forward.

 The inferior Willen sword in his hand was activated from his side, drawing a shaky arc.

The sword was not directed at Lan En's body, but at the air in front of him.

This is not a sword swung to hurt someone, it is to block Lan En's possible slash.

 In sword fights, it is not common to see two swords wrestling together.

Because apart from the action of dragging and cutting, the sword blade is the same as boxing, relying on the instantaneous impact force to cut the blade into the human body.

 In response to slashing, blocking like waving your hand is a better choice.

 Saving effort and time.

 Rosacea did not expect that he could break through the heavy armor with his sword, he even made up his mind.

Whether Lan En has time to draw his sword from behind or not, he will drop his sword when he gets close and wrap his body around his opponent.

 A piece of heavy armor plus one person, with this weight, even the knight would turn into a soft-footed shrimp!

 A heavily armored warrior who cannot move can be killed with a dagger.

Rosacea's companions in the camp were familiar with him and understood his intentions in an instant.

　　The flesh- and blood-streaked mouths grinned.

They each moved a few steps, and some were ready to wait for Rosacea to hug the heavily armored warrior in front of them, and then jump on him to increase their weight.

 Some of them had already pulled out wooden sticks and swords with a grin, preparing to bleed the food delivered to their door.

 No one thought there would be an accident, there were seven of us and one on the opposite side.

Moreover, the opponent had to reach back even to draw the sword, but now he didn't even half draw it out!

I really don’t know how an idiot could carry a sword behind his back.

No one feels nervous.

 Everyone feels like they have a winning chance.

 But accidents always happen at this time.

It was only then that Rosacea saw the face of the visitor clearly from the shade of the trees.

That calm, exotic face didn't make him hesitate for a moment.

He doesn’t care if there are many different races that he has never seen before.

But a dazzling cold light fell suddenly and rapidly from the upper edge of the field of vision!

It was almost the rosin nose and thought it was the fault of the mosquito disease.

 But the coldness in his body told him that something bad was going on!

 Frustration, fear, emotions seem to arise from the bottom of my heart in just a moment.

 A moment similar to that cold light!

 “Ding—puff!”

At first, steel met, and Rosacea's block really blocked the path of a slash from top to bottom.

 But who said that if you block it, you will definitely be able to block it?

The Bear School's steel sword directly pressed down on the opponent's long sword and struck it down!

The price was just that the sword blade that was expected to hit vertically from the top of the head was deflected to the shoulder.

 The bones are breaking.

That was not chopped off, that was smashed!

The blade of the sword sank directly into the flesh and blood of Rosacea's shoulder, as if the flesh, flesh and bones were no different from soft mud!

 The bones and muscles were tangled together, and blood spurted out from the severed blood vessels.

 Everyone present, those who were ready to pounce and those who started to draw their weapons, were all stunned after the chop.

 “Am I. Dreaming?”

 Muttered a cannibal. His dynamic vision did not see the man drawing his sword at all!

A second ago, the sword was still half in the scabbard. The next second, his companion was struck from the shoulder. The blade was so deep that it seemed like it even broke several ribs!

“Ah.” Rosacea seems to be caused by everything happening so suddenly.

The first soft cry was stunned, and it even made people feel that he didn't feel much pain.

  But in the second tone.

"ah!!"

 Scream.

As his face quickly distorted, a scream that made people tremble in their brains burst out!

Lan En lowered the sword expressionlessly, and Rosacea was forced to kneel in front of him.

Then the young man raised his foot and kicked on the opponent's chest.

 There was a soft sound of "Puff-".

 The sword was pulled out of the body, with a fountain of blood.

Rosacea fell to the ground. The severe blood loss and damaged lungs made it impossible for him to scream again.

The witcher held his sword and moved the shoulder that he had just slashed.

 “Alright, bastards.”

The slightly bright cat's eyes in the shade of the tree looked at the rest of the people.

 “I have drawn my sword.”

 “Let’s get started.”

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