Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 596

Chapter 596 598. Crowds

 Thus, all formations, instructions, and orders are no longer important.

A large group of refugees, like a wave, like a school of frightened sardines that exploded their nests, swarmed towards the original direction of the Nilfgaardian army!

 This is also what Geralt thinks is the right choice.

The original purpose of their refugee group was to escape from the land of Sintra as soon as possible and escape the ravages of war.

 At this time, we should not pay much attention to the Nilfgaardian soldiers who were killing and running rampant in the crowd.

 As long as the refugee group is allowed to pass quickly, these are acceptable casualties.

After all, even if these Nilfgaardian rebels were allowed to kill, they wouldn't be able to kill many people, especially when the refugees were all swarming in one direction.

There is still Lan En in that direction. If you give these rebels some courage, they will definitely not dare to get closer.

Even in the swarming waves of refugees, these armored Nilfgaardians might be trampled to death?

However, Geralt's eyes still became nervous and startled after Haxo's voice sounded.

 They should give priority to urging the refugee group to rush over, but

 It shouldn't be a matter of spreading out the formation and charging!

 There are more than a thousand people, which is almost the total population of some small cities in the world.

 And if these more than a thousand people were a group of people whose lives were threatened and who were only one day away from being out of trouble, how terrifying would their persistence and eagerness to escape be?

In this case, perhaps the Nilfgaardian rebellion was not the most lethal.

 “No chaos! Don't be chaotic! Follow the formation!”

Geralt shouted in vain. Gerd, who had just executed a rebel not far away from him, his face changed drastically at this time, and he suddenly reacted and shouted together with him.

 But it's useless. Once the eagerness for survival of this group of refugees is aroused, no one can stop them.

Like crazy, armed refugees who have been trained for hours, women who have not been given weapons, old people, children being held by family members.

  Rushing out of the woods like a wave!

They consciously bypassed the entangled Nilfgaardian soldiers.

The rebels were already desperate when they saw the crowd of people, but when the refugees avoided them and walked away.

This group of people seemed to have just reacted, and then laughed sarcastically, and then waved their swords without any scruples, killing the refugees who were just trying to escape.

  Riots inevitably occurred.

 Then there was a stampede, human wails, and cries.

Lan En watched all this happen with cold eyes, but he was too late to stop it.

 In the cold air, white heat emerged from various parts of his body, drifted upward, and was then blown away and elongated by the wind.

After the Nilfgaardian phalanx collapsed just now, although he had realized that something was wrong, there was nothing he could do about it.

He could only try his best to kill and injure. The huge body that was so fast that it almost became an afterimage rushed left and right, strangling every Nilfgaardian who was close.

Even so, chasing down the scattered soldiers still made him run almost non-stop for five kilometers in a sprint.

Although he is still calm and strong now, his breathing has become "whooshing", and the heat in his body has become dangerous.

  The main surgeries used by space warriors to increase their combat effectiveness are [bone-enhancing organs] and [muscle-enhancing organs].

 However, many subsequent surgeries are used to enhance the metabolism and energy system of a strong body, allowing various systems in the body to work in coordination, and enhance endurance and survivability.

 A mature space warrior can even fight at high intensity without sleep for several days!

 In Lan En's case, other native organs in his body have begun to be unable to supply energy.

 This is also what worries him the most—

In an open battlefield, if you want to clear out the scattered troops, just chasing and running away will consume an incredible amount of strength and stamina!

When a large number of refugees wrapped themselves up in the middle of the crowd, Lan En had no choice but to put the Lake Lady's Sword back into its scabbard. In his own camp, with his physique and strength, he cannot even rush forward or run quickly.

 Because when he moved, to ordinary people, it was no different than being hit head-on by a car.

 “Ged!”

Geralt found as many companions as possible in the surging crowd and shouted to him.

It's really ironic, those Nilfgaardian soldiers who were slashing people wantonly, because no one dared to approach them, they got the space to swing their swords in the crowd.

Because the witchers were trusted, a large number of people crowded around them, but they could only keep the short-haired Valyrian steel sword in its scabbard and did not even dare to take it out.

The bearded Witcher of the Bear School looked back, and Geralt shouted quickly.

 “It's a complete mess! I can't control it anymore, I have to find someone!”

 Ciri and Dandelion, these two people have no fighting ability at all.

Geralt didn't dare to think what would happen if he encountered the rebels or even just fell down.

 “Go, go quickly!”

　　Ged gritted his teeth and forced his way through the crowd to the side of a rebel soldier.

The guy was laughing wildly as he hacked a woman to death. The blood spurted out from the woman's neck and sprayed all over his head and face, like a demon.

Then he turned his head and his helmet was held by Gede's big hand, and then with a 'bang' sound, his neck was broken by the unarmed witcher!

On Geralt's side, he had already seen Dandelion stumbling and dragging the little girl along with him.

Although his cherry-red satin clothes have become disfigured in the long life of a refugee, the few pieces of cloth are still bright enough.

 But just when Geralt wanted to get closer quickly.

 “Huha!”

 A fierce sound of horse hooves came straight towards me!

Regardless of his careless posture, two people were trampled to death, and the strong man on the horse used the rounded ax in his hand to cut off the shoulder of a refugee with a single stroke due to his horse's speed.

In a blink of an eye, Geralt turned sideways and lifted up the steel sword.

According to common sense, the witcher felt that he should be able to use this good sword to cut off the wooden handle of the opponent's axe, and make a hole in his stomach along the way.

 Few people can keep up with the reaction speed of a witcher.

But in this passing moment, Geralt was shocked to find that the other party had displayed superb skills that were inconsistent with his appearance!

 The ax blade was lifted lightly and just the right amount.

So the Valyrian steel sword of the Wolf faction that could have cut off the handle directly hit the ax blade!

There was an explosion, and after the man slowed down his horse, he walked around Geralt maliciously.

The strong man lifted the ax blade to his eyes and looked at it.

The broad blade of the crescent moon ax has been cut into nearly half by the demon hunter's sword in an instant!

“What a fine sword. Not even a scratch on it. Made of Valyrian steel, right?”

The refugees screamed and walked around the two of them, and the strong man stared eagerly at the steel sword in Geralt's hand.

"But it's okay, just like what Darkley said. You demon hunters are not all monsters like that Lan En from Cintra."

 “It's powerful, but it's not impossible to fight.”

The strong man turned the handle of the ax in his hand. It was a double-edged axe. The undamaged side of the crescent moon ax was turned to the direction of his palm.

 (End of this chapter)

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