Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 605 607. Terrain

With Mentos's attention, Lann's mood curve skyrocketed after he started reading Hackthor's letters.

 Until now, it has been in an unprecedented state of excitement.

 But this is how the body's hormone levels are displayed, but Lan En's expression, tone, and logic are as if nothing has happened.

 The calmer Lan En becomes, the more Mentos understands that his emotions at the moment are definitely not fake!

 “That’s a whole army, sir.”

　While running, the biological brain made the last reminder it could.

“We faced the Nilfgaardian army yesterday evening, and the result was not ideal.”

“That’s because I wanted to protect something at that time.” Lan En said calmly. "But now, there should be nothing that needs my protection."

 It had been four hours since he left the camp, and now he had to walk back again.

 Would the refugees who are about to reach the border be willing to wait? Will Haxo, who has been prepared for a long time, leave time?

Will not. Now that we have made such a plan to cut off everything, we will never leave any chance.

die.

The death of "not a few dozen people among a thousand people" described in Hacksaw's letter is inevitable.

 Hakthor said that he would do everything he could to inflict casualties on the Nilfgaardians. The three factors that determine war are: time, location, and people.”

“He has no power to change the weather or the current situation, the refugees will not be filled with courage because of his inspiration, and the Nilfgaardians will not become weak because of him. All he can use is the terrain.”

“I just hope that the terrain he picked doesn’t make it impossible for me to perform. You see, I’m actually very calm.”

 Lann’s analysis is calm and coherent.

This made Mentous not know what to say even if he wanted to persuade him.

“In the early days of participating in this war, I actually had a kind of ‘laziness’, Mentos.”

 The biological brain did not speak. He did not know what the subject meant.

So Lan En just kept talking to himself.

"I was furious when I saw those people whose lives were taken away by the aftermath of the war, and those corpses that were tortured. But what I thought from the beginning, what I thought subconsciously, was really just to save some of the things I saw. It’s just a tragedy.”

"After all, I have done a lot of things, right? I helped a goddess to guard a rift where the celestial spheres meet. This is a contribution to the security of the entire world."

“It’s human nature to think this way, sir.”

Mentos said soothingly.

 “It’s normal for you to want to take a rest and be too lazy to take care of yourself after making achievements.”

 “Normal? Maybe.” There was no trace of fluctuation on Lan En’s calm face. "But after these eyes have seen more in this war, there is only one thing on my mind now -"

 “I can do more.”

 After a brief silence, the biological brain responded as usual.

 “Then, the task has been accepted, and I will work hard for the path you have chosen.”

Lan nodded.

 “Thanks, Mentos.”

 “I will be at your service at any time.”

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　　A knight's horse's hooves clattered as he returned from the woods beside the road.

In front of him was a large black mass of Nilfgaardian troops with shiny armor and cold and murderous soldiers.

As the saying goes, there is no limit when there are ten thousand people, although this time the number of troops who came here to perform the task under the order of Duke Adal Aip Darcy was not less than ten thousand. But each of them wears sophisticated armor that can increase their physique by more than one circle, and there are a total of five hundred knights from the Nausicaa cavalry class among them!

So at a glance, it looks like a chilling black ocean.

 These soldiers had just come down from the battlefield of the Battle of Soden to rest.

They just won a battle, and it was not even a victory so much as a one-sided massacre!

So these soldiers naturally had an arrogance that was unparalleled, and there was a **** aura overflowing from their eyeballs.

The Usika cavalry squad has a habit of cutting off the heads of enemies they have killed and hanging them on their saddles.

 Just use the head owner’s own hair.

　　Until the flesh began to stink, they disposed of the heads to prevent themselves and their horses from getting sick.

 But now it is winter when the temperature is cold and not perishable, so there are at least three or four human heads hanging on the saddle of each Nausika cavalry squad.

 It was broken at the neck, with pale bones still exposed at the break. When he opened his eyes, there were only dry and gray eyeballs due to loss of moisture.

Although Duke Adal looked down on this habit, considering that these knights were serious Nilfgaardians, he still rode with them.

 A dead head is easier to bear than a country man with mud legs.

This army, which was comparable to the entire military strength of some small northern countries, walked slowly on the road, waiting for information from the scouts ahead so that they could adjust their route in time.

“.You read that right? Oh, then they are really happy too early.”

 The person responsible for stepping forward to receive information from the scouts was Darkley. Standing in front of such a strong military force, he felt a little more alive.

 The beauty of power made him feel great.

 The scouts went out again, and Darkley came to Duke Adal to report.

“You can’t be wrong, sir. Because the refugees were about to be ‘rescued’, they no longer thought about covering up their traces and were just rushing towards the border.”

Dakley had a playful smile on his face, as if he were watching an animal show.

“Except for this group of lucky guys among the rags and scattered objects hanging on the road, I guess there are not many refugee groups with this number.”

 “Then where are they now?”

 Duke Adal waved his hands indifferently. A group of refugees were not worthy of his eyes at all, they were just like maggots.

 All he cares about is the target in the "maggot pile".

“The route is clear, my lord. They will make it all the way here.”

Dakley clicked on the map. It was a circular hillside with only one gap.

Duke Adal said oh and adjusted his black helmet with gold rim.

“You also know how to use terrain to delay the pursuit of troops in the final sprint. There are smart people.”

“But no matter how smart you are, you still need intelligence support. If it was before the end of the Battle of Soden, this place is indeed not our control area. But after the defeat of the Northern Army”

"Ha! Those barbarians holding iron plates and wearing iron sheets, are they worthy of being called an army? The red hawk cavalry of Redania were surrounded by the Aedirn infantry and had no room to raise their horses. The crossbows of the Kaedwen people could not It fell on the Temerian white lily through communication. I can tell these jokes for the rest of my life."

　　Amidst Duke Adal's disdain for the northern army, Darkley showed a flattering smile.

 (End of this chapter)