Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 607 609. Explosive Mead

　　Haxo did not follow the aristocratic etiquette and state his name according to etiquette after asking.

 In his previous life, he would never have dared to make such a mistake.

 But today, he doesn't care.

　　Haxo didn’t even look at the nobleman who was obviously of noble blood. His gaze stretched to the end of the black Nilfgaardian army.

 “Have we almost all come in?”

 Stewart nodded calmly: "Yes, father."

 “Then let me get started.”

Hakthor raised the heavy steel scepter in his hand high, drew a large circle in mid-air, and then slammed down at the end of the stroke.

Among the few people who came to negotiate, the officer who called the roll call just wanted to scold the northern barbarians in front of him for their rudeness, but actually did not respond after the Duke asked.

 But then. “Boom!!”*N

 A series of loud noises suddenly erupted on the surrounding walls of the crater!

Dakley, who was following Duke Adal, was suddenly startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed directly towards the Duke on horseback, protecting this man of noble blood under him.

 The heat wave is rolling.

 When the roar dissipated, Nilfgaard discovered what the surroundings had become.

 From the walls around the crater, many detonation points are connected together. Around the detonation point, there are still some vague human body parts, which should be the corpse of the person who started the fire.

The location of these detonation points is still constantly flowing down like springs with some kind of liquid combustible material.

 The mountain forests in winter are already dry, and now the entire crater is burning like a furnace!

 As for the only gap, three large carriages rushed down from nowhere on the hillside, crashed and exploded.

Nilfgaard's soldiers were capable and capable, but even so, they couldn't help but fall into chaos when faced with the sudden burst of fire.

The soldiers standing near the gap in the crater were killed without saying a word by the falling carriage. The broken and splashing flammable materials on the carriage turned more than a dozen soldiers into screaming and running firemen.

Horses neighing and black smoke billowing.

The soldiers rushed to the wreckage of the carriage at the gap in the crater to see if there was any way to get out. They sniffed in unison, and then their expressions changed drastically.

 “This tastes like Sowden Mountain Triple Mead!”

They had tasted it when they were plundering the land of Soden. It was strong as a knife and sweet as honey.

  That is, a high concentration of alcohol and a high concentration of sugar.

 When these two things are mixed and exploded, they are no different from incendiary bombs. But due to cost issues, no one would use these fine wines like this.

And now, look at the number of these flash points on the hillside. It’s scary!

Hakthor's scouts have a very high damage rate. This is partly due to the fact that he went to explore the information about the Battle of Soden and also because of this batch of wine.

 He was the steward of the royal family of Sintra, and he remembered that there was a royal wine cellar specially built for this wine nearby.

Although King Tursek loves this wine very much, thinking about his use this time, his majesty will not disagree, right?

In the midst of the rolling heat, Haxo stood in front of the chaotic and wailing refugees, holding a steel scepter.

The sudden explosion and heat first gave Duke Adal a feeling of fear. After being thrown under him for protection by Darkley, he even struggled because of this fear and panic.

　　The whole area is in great chaos and embarrassment.

 Soon after, he came back to his senses and realized that it was not a huge explosive attack, and he calmed down slightly.

 The Duke who calmed down roughly pushed aside Darkley, who was pressing him under him for protection, and stood up.

 Now it is the time when horses are neighing and people are barking, and there is chaos. It's just that the people he brought with him were all the best among the best. Even if there was an emergency, they would instantly close their formation and surround him in the middle. But the Duke straightened his helmet and looked at the faces of the guards from the corner of his eyes.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the eyes of these people became a bit dazzling after they fell off the horse in embarrassment!

  Duke Adal gritted his teeth, breathed rapidly, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

 All emotions of panic and shame were finally catalyzed into one thing - anger!

 You northern monkey! barbarian! Bastard!

 Obviously we have been caught up! He has obviously been cornered! It’s clear that what he brought with him was just a group of maggot-like refugees!

 Isn’t the person leading the team a smart man? ! The people of Cintra don't want their lives, so why don't the witchers stop them and don't want their lives? !

How dare you, how dare you humiliate me! Insult the noble identity and lineage of Nilfgaard!

Do you think that just by making a small, small movement, you can attract rescue? !

 How ridiculous!

  Regardless of the fact that his troops were still in chaos, Duke Adal angrily grabbed the armor of a guard.

 “Kill them.”

The muscles in Duke Adal's face were twitching, making him look like a hungry wolf.

"Except for the target mentioned in advance! Leave no one behind! Kill them all! No! Leave the leader behind, and I will roast him alive! Roast him on the fire he caused!"

The guard who was held back nodded and accepted the order, then turned around and began to report back to Darkley.

In normal times, of course, the noble master's orders are as big as the sky, but now, the master only issued a vague order request, so of course he had to turn to the officer who can formulate plans and ask for detailed orders.

 “How many casualties did we have?”

 Dakley raised his visor and asked.

“Seventeen of the black infantry archers at the end of the formation were killed, and the number of wounded is unknown.”

This kind of damage is not important. What is important is the fire that gradually spreads around as the mead flows down.

Dakley looked at the flames flowing down the crater above his head and squinted his eyes.

"The cavalry is stationary and is responsible for restoring order! Send out five hundred infantry to kill the group of refugees, and the rest are responsible for suppressing the fire and clearing the burning debris blocking the exit! Action!"

 “Put up the battle flag! Tell everyone this is just a small thing, a small accident!”

Under Darkri's orders, the Nilfgaardian army, which had fallen into chaos, began to move again.

The Duke's anger was the signal to go all out. The Nilfgaardian infantry regiments, who were ready to go, drew their swords in unison amidst a numbing sound of metal friction and approached the refugee group.

 The only people standing between the refugee group and the Nilfgaardians were Haxor and dozens of people around him.

 The refugees behind them were scared out of their minds.

The hillside behind him was filled with bright red firelight and heat, and the Nilfgaardian's cold sword was almost touching his neck.

 “Let me go, let me go!”

 Crazy screams came and went, like demons in the shadow of the fire.

  Refugees rush out from the lines of the warriors of Haxor and Cintra.

 Not because of bravery, but because I have been scared to the point of losing my mind.

 (End of this chapter)