Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 569

Chapter 569 570. Raid

The main difficulty on the court now is how to prevent these people from asking for help.

Geralt and his party had already arrived in Cintra at the beginning of the war, and could be said to have completely experienced the entire war of annihilation in Cintra.

They now also have some understanding of the status of the Nilfgaardian army.

These people are scouts and scouts released by the large Nilfgaardian army.

In most cases, they will maintain a team of fifteen people and conduct regular patrols according to the jurisdiction planned by their headquarters.

Make sure that in the event of an accident, at least three additional teams within the range of the sentry arrows can respond in time.

If this sentry arrow cannot leave the battlefield in time and clear the traces of retreat, then they will have to wait for more than 40 fully armed Nilfgaardian cavalry to come from behind.

Geralt and Gerd both have sufficient knowledge of their own abilities.

These scum in front of me have all dismounted and turned into heavy armored infantry just for fun. Even if they can't kill them all, they can still retreat alive.

But if the sentry arrows are sent out, they will have to face more than forty Nilfgaardian cavalry.

“Do you still have the potion with you?”

Geralt asked Gerd as he walked.

The lighting conditions are not good now, but even if the demon hunters don't drink [Cat's Eye], their night vision is much better than that of ordinary people. Therefore, before entering the opponent's visual range, they can also try to save energy by walking and shorten the charging distance.

The witcher of the Bear School grinned.

"The potion. Well, it ran out when the hard times first began. You might as well expect Dandelion to knock one down with a stone if you expect me to have the potion."

Geralt shook his head not disappointed.

This answer is also expected, because all the potions on him were used at the beginning of the war.

That time was when the battlefield frontline affected them, and the living environment was even more dangerous than now. In order to ensure their survival, they both took all the drugs they could.

The rider watching the horse noticed them at this time and immediately took off a spear from the saddle.

The man shouted, and another Nilfgaardian soldier appeared from behind the fence. His belt hung around his neck, with a sword strapped to it, and he was busy buttoning his breeches and repositioning his leather crotch.

Geralt and Gerd are already very close.

He could hear the laughter of the men, who were amusing themselves with the **** the haystack. He took several deep breaths, each breath making him more murderous. He could compose himself, but he didn't want to.

Because he also wants to have some 'fun' now.

"Who is it? Stop!" the rider shouted, raising the spear in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

Neither of the two witchers answered him.

Their two pairs of eyes that could shine in the dimness each found their own goals.

“Collapse!”*2

The bowstrings of the two hand crossbows made a popping sound.

　　The crossbow arrow shot from the hand of the Bear School passed right through the eyes of the horse rider, causing him to howl like a beast. Then he fell uncontrollably from the horse's back, crushing several fence posts near the horse's legs.

He really shouldn't have taken off his helmet for later entertainment.

The crossbow arrow fired from the Wolf School's hand pierced between the legs of the Nilfgaardian soldier who had just drawn his sword.

He still hasn't put on his crotch protector yet.

After taking this arrow, he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. He could only gasp for breath, covering his lower body and curling up on the ground, his eyeballs bulging like a dead fish.

　　Before the others could recover and pick up their weapons, the demon hunter had already rushed into their midst.

Ged's armor is far more reliable than Geralt's, so he takes the lead, while Geralt takes care of him behind him.

The Bear School's steel sword drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and then like a whip, it hit the surrounding Nilfgaardian soldiers.

For ordinary people, cutting armor with a long sword can only interfere with it, but cannot effectively kill. But for a bear school demon hunter who is proficient in slashing, this is something that can be done.

The torso and limbs were unable to block the sharp edge of the steel sword. Blood splashed onto Gede's face, but he had no time to wipe it away. The fallen corpses and the spewing plasma made these Nilfgaardian soldiers fully realize how different the two people who rushed into them were.

One soldier's trousers were still wrapped around his knees. Before he could lift them up, he was hit by a sword in the carotid artery. He collapsed on his back, his unsatisfied **** dangling comically.

This is Geralt's sword, because when Gerd cuts off this position, he usually cuts off the person's head directly.

Another soldier stripped naked and covered his head with his hands, but his wrists were cut off by the Bear School's steel sword.

This is because the armor is taken off too quickly, which leads to fear and loss of consciousness on the battlefield because there is no protection.

He actually felt that the flesh and bones of his wrist could block the steel.

Ged and Geralt's joint raid was indeed effective.

They left at least ten enemies lying on the ground bleeding in the first round of contact!

But the training and quality of the Nilfgaardian soldiers did not allow the two demon hunters to take advantage of the surprise attack for long.

"Ding!"

A crossbow arrow flew out of the darkness like a poisonous snake, and was about to bite Gede's armpit!

Thanks to a layer of golden magic shield, which shattered while blocking the crossbow arrows, the crossbow arrows were not allowed to penetrate through the weak points of the armor.

But even though he was blocked, the originally ferocious and violent Gede still had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

If you are shot into the armpit by a crossbow arrow, it is basically hopeless without magic potion.

But the dangerous situation is not over yet.

“Ged! Watch your step!”

Geralt's cat eyes glanced at the arrow blocked by [Quen's Seal] on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he warned loudly.

Without thinking, Gede immediately turned sideways with the toe of one foot as the axis, and opened a step away.

The next moment, there was an explosion!

It was like an extrlarge firecracker exploding near Gede's feet. The metal shards rubbed against the greaves of Gede's calves, creating a shower of sparks.

That crossbow bolt is an explosive crossbow bolt!

This is an alchemical product. While it has good effects, it also has a production cost that is completely different from ordinary crossbow arrows.

In the northern army, you would never expect to see such high-end goods among the equipment issued. This is what the soldiers can buy from the quartermaster with their own money.

But in the Nilfgaardian army, this is the standard equipment issued.

“Crossbowman with special arrows!”

Ged's leg affected by the explosion was temporarily numb, and he immediately called out to Geralt.

“He must have a whistle arrow too! Go kill him quickly!”

Geralt's acuity on the battlefield is no worse than that of Gerd. Before the witcher of the Bear School shouted, he had already charged in one direction.

But in Gede's widened eyes, he was shocked to find

When Geralt faced a clumsy enemy, he did not cut through the weak spot in the opponent's armor cleanly.

There is a difference between the sound of the blade cutting into the weak spot of the armor and the sound of the sword hitting it.

Geralt's face suddenly became ugly.

In order to remind Gede, he hastily exchanged swords with the enemy, and then began to charge towards the crossbowman.

But now it seems that his hasty sword attack just now knocked the blade of the sword in his hand crooked!

At the same time, a sharp, highly recognizable explosion suddenly exploded under the frowning gazes of Geralt and Gerd!