Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 52 52. I don't want to either!

A group of fifteen horses, the already not optimistic road conditions were trampled by horseshoes even more unsightly.

Philip and his men approached Candale Ordnance.

They didn't plan to get any supplies in the military depot. He knew too well what was prepared for those low-level soldiers in the military depot.

Moldy black bread, potatoes, radishes, onions... not even a whetstone!

He just came over to ask about the situation, and combined with the situation to check briefly, it was considered that he had dealt with the errand.

You can't say that they are negligent, because every soldier here will draw his sword and rush to kill people the first time he sees a human trafficker.

It's just that trivial and difficult tasks such as solving cases and tracking are easy to kill and make people lazy, and no one can avoid it.

But just as the group of people got closer to the position of the military station marked on the map, a soldier with a good sense of smell in the team issued a warning to everyone.

"Guys, something is wrong! It smells like blood!"

The originally lazy temperament of a group of people immediately changed, as if the bowstring was drawn taut.

You can say that battlefield veterans are uneducated and uneducated, but you cannot say that they cannot kill or save their lives.

Philip was a little slow due to the influence of alcohol, but he was also very quick-witted. His vest broke out in sweat and he became more sober.

"Be vigilant! Get closer for reconnaissance!"

The nervous cavalry rushed towards the military depot with the sound of rumbling horseshoes.

This violent way of mounting a horse is mostly used close to the battlefield, and can charge at full speed at any time while maintaining vigilance.

Like a bayonet ready to stab at any moment.

And as the situation of the military depot was revealed before people's eyes, Philip and his men frowned in unison.

"No one around, no beasts and monsters"

The men and horses on both sides of the cavalry team spontaneously left the team and went out to investigate, but found nothing.

After confirming that there was no danger, Philip waved his hand and motioned behind him to slow down the horse.

Finally stopped in front of the military depot.

"York, go and see what's going on."

Philip sat on the horse, looking around with vigilant and fierce eyes.

Except for the halberd soldiers named by him, the others were still sitting on their horses, ready to charge and fight at any time.

After York got off his horse, he carried his halberd and walked for about ten steps, which was considered to have crossed the entire military depot.

The traces of the fight are not concealed at all, and you can have a panoramic view while standing.

Because of this, York, who was carrying a halberd, couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"The plague is here. Boss, these three heads have been hammered to pieces!"

"Damn it! Can you tell me something I didn't see!"

Philip was nervous for no reason in this scene, and it shouldn't have happened. He had seen too many tragic battlefields on the battlefield where Cidaris restored the royal family.

It's not like he hasn't seen Tucun before, so why would he panic on a land where only three people died?
The horse under his crotch felt the panic through the reins, and it didn't stay in place.

Instead, he flicked his hooves and walked back and forth patter, as if he was ready to run at any time.

"It's different, boss." York stood in front of the black-faced soldier's corpse with his lips curled up, and pointed his rotting head with the tail of the halberd in his hand.

The red and white sticky matter on the head trembled slightly.

"The heads of these three people were all smashed like this with a fist. Can you understand what I mean? Fist, just one blow, and then their heads just 'bang'."

Philip's face was ugly, and he also realized the source of his abnormal feeling.

——Three corpses are not normal!
There is only a big depression on the face door all over the body!

The wound did look like a fist punch.
But how is it possible?
Although the output of the fist is an instantaneous impact force, it is different from the continuous force of lifting or pushing or pulling heavy objects.

But a wound of this type would have to be hundreds of kilograms to say the least!
"Maybe it's a monster, York? We're not witchers. There are so many monsters we haven't seen, and we don't recognize the wounds they cause."

Philip frowned and retorted, but York nodded the corpse's head again with the tip of the halberd's tail.

"You can't see clearly from your horse, boss. But from here, I can see the marks on the three-edged nails on their gloves in the wounds on their faces."

"The murderer wore a pair of good gloves, which is why the wounds are so terrible. The three of them are no different from being hit in the face with a hammer."

In the face of conclusive evidence, Philip could no longer take chances.

So far, none of the monsters will wear human armor neatly.

But a human fist can really punch out hundreds of pounds, close to a thousand kilograms! ?

How the hell does such a person exist!

"Meritelli, this fist hits my stomach and it knocks the shit out of me!"

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched as he muttered in a low voice.

Although the voice was not high, the brothers around him nodded in deep agreement.

and many more!

The sergeant raised his eyebrows suddenly.

People who can weigh hundreds of kilograms with one punch, don't they seem to exist in Weilun?

Philip and York looked at each other at the same time.

At this moment, they all thought of the guy with studded leather gloves and a pair of cat eyes.

The witcher!
York approached Philip with a confused expression, and Philip also bent down on his horse with an incomprehensible expression.

"Boss, this matter...? Lan En, he has already killed officers and soldiers."

"Let's not talk about the officers and soldiers." Philip glanced at the three corpses.

This kind of lowest-level soldier, if you say he is an officer and soldier, if you say he is not, he is not, and no one cares about it.

Although he wears armor with the white lily of Temeria on it, he must have also worked as a highwayman, which is self-evident and everyone agrees.

The two statements actually depend on how the Jazz himself judges.

Philip didn't think about the thoughts of those big people, he just subconsciously said while clutching his stomach.

"The key is that I have never seen Lan En so angry!"

The sergeant's tone was tangled, with a little flinching.

Damn you, polite, kind and enthusiastic witcher, use your fist in the blink of an eye!

With fucking fists!Smashed the heads of three people!

This is too cruel!

I have never seen this effect with a warhammer on the battlefield!

"I feel something is wrong too." York replied to his boss.

"When I was still in the law enforcement team, we were all terrified. We pointed arrows at him, but he was still able to explain to us slowly, and then eliminate the hostility and avoid bloodshed. His character and self-cultivation are definitely not pretended!"

"But now"

The two looked at the three heads that looked like rotten watermelons, and remained silent.

The witcher is really pissed off!
Together they realize this.

Immediately, Philip discovered the key.

"Why is he so irritated?"

The sergeant's eyes flashed.

"Or, in the whole of Waylon, what could make him so angry?"

York was ignorant, but he could vaguely recall Lan En cutting off the cannibal's feet with the sword of fire that night without blinking his eyes.

"Cannibal. Sect?"

"Crack! Idiot! Is Lan En stupid? Did you find out that the Cannibal Sect won't come to us?"

A slap of the palm on the halberdier's helmet made York's head buzz.

"That means the child was abducted, and he was too anxious?"

Now Waylon is the toughest and most infuriating of these two cases.

"No, demon hunters can't give birth to children, can they?"

"Crack!" The halberd soldier's helmet hit again.

"You don't care if he can have a baby or not, it must be a big case anyway! Follow the traces, let's follow up! By the way, it's important to follow up, but let's not hurry."

"Why, why don't you rush on the road?"

"You sure don't want to meet Lan En without knowing whether he is awake? Look at these three 'rotten melons', tsk tsk tsk."

York shuddered and nodded.

Facing the bewildered halberd soldiers, Philip smiled kindly.

"What a coincidence, isn't this—"

"I don't even want to fucking!"

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