Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 53 53. The Sword Behind
Philip didn't want to meet Lan En when the situation was unclear.

It's not a question of whether you can beat it or not.

There is no need to think about it at all. Normally speaking, a dozen or so cavalrymen would have no enemies on the land of Waylon.

What's more, these ten cavalrymen themselves are veterans who have come down from the battlefield.

When the law enforcement team intercepted Boerdong, even without Lan En's intervention, it is estimated that paying one casualty would be enough to take the head of the witcher master.

The bow and crossbow interrupted the enemy's attack and movement rhythm, and the melee soldiers swarmed up and hacked to death.

Or melee soldiers restrict the enemy's movement and defense, and the bow and crossbow are directly taken away remotely.

Cold weapons against cold weapons, it makes sense if there are many people!
What really makes Philip not want to fight face to face is. If Lane really goes crazy, how much will it cost them to win?

There are no army mages here, and Philip and his men haven't seen the magic of the witcher much.

On the battlefield, the lack of intelligence must be filled with life.

Philip is not only managing these ten or so cavalry, but these ten or so cavalry are also the foundation of his status in Jazz.

Losing one would be an unacceptable weakening of his status.

What's more, these soldiers generally felt good about Lan En in the previous cooperation.

No one, Philip himself included, wanted to confront a friendly friend, or at least an acquaintance.

Everyone wants to be friends with good people.

At least in this goddamn world, that's one of those rare reassurances.

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Following the smell and footprints, Lan went up two slopes in this hilly area and crossed a stream.

He found another small camp.

The cruel cat's eye was hidden behind the overlapping woods, and Poppy was left behind safely by him.

This time it is not about asking for directions and dealing with soldiers blocking the way.

When Lan En saw the camp for the first time, he made up his mind——

This time there will be blood from the very beginning!

The structure of this camp is similar to the previous military depot.

Large tarpaulin tents, storage boxes, various cloth bags, fire piles.
But there is also a slight difference.

On the fire was a human arm.

Several people were talking and laughing, expecting the food on the fire to ripen soon.

As for the hands on the arms, the minced meat and bones were being carefully trimmed by the people sitting in the tent.

It looks like this will be another qualified palm necklace.

Most of the seven people in the camp only wore an animal skin waistcoat with their arms uncovered.

Some even wore only shorts on the lower body, while others looked like farmers, with a pair of trousers tied tightly around the trouser legs.

In short—they have no armor.

In terms of weapons, basically there is a Velen long sword pinned to the waist, or simply a wooden stick wrapped with cloth strips, and a few nails are randomly driven into the striking end, which is considered a mace.

"Sir, there are seven people in the camp, one of them cannot be observed because of the visual field, but his footsteps are obvious."

Mentos reminded him aloud that he knew that Lan himself was also watching.

But no matter what the subject's observations are, it must give the subject a copy of its own observation report as a reference addendum.

"Well, I noticed."

Lan En's voice was as calm as his eyes.

"Please pay attention, sir. According to the position of the person outside the field of vision, I speculate that there is a 70% chance that he will be a long-range enemy."

"It doesn't matter, Mentos."

Lane started to move.

There is no sneaking, no sprinting, but like an outing, gently pushing aside the branches and weeds in front of you, and walking forward.

"It doesn't matter at all."

While pulling out the steel sword from behind, the young man twisted his neck.

He had seen the fighting prowess of a cannibal.

It can't be called hip stretching, it can only be said to be reassuring.

They are not professional soldiers trained and tested in the art of killing.

At the beginning, Willis's raid was violent, one cavalry and two archers, even if the cavalry was killed at first sight because they had never seen the French seal.

Only two archers left should be a huge threat to Lan En.

But Lan En discovered immediately that the two archers had no cooperation at all.

There is no sequence of shooting, no consciousness of restraining, forcing to move, and then waiting for an opportunity to kill.

After all, these are just a group of criminals who are very good at hiding.

And now, these criminals don't even have a piece of armor!

Qingyin drawing his sword unabashedly appeared in this woodland.

The sound of branches being plucked was also mixed together.

The cannibals quickly became alert.

Although he is not a professional soldier, he still lives by killing people, so he still has the vigilance he should have.

With a rosacea nose, he pulled out the Velen long sword at his waist, bowed his waist in an attacking posture, and walked towards the direction of the noise.

"Hey, there are still people delivering food to the door today!"

He said carelessly, but Rosacea's defensive sword-holding posture and serious eyes showed that he was not relaxing.

But also as Lane himself said.

He doesn't care whether the enemy is serious or slack.

The sound of "cracking" branches slapping became louder and louder.

A figure in heavy armor came out slowly from the shade of the tree.

Because of the light, a pair of leather boots with steel greaves appeared first.

It could be seen from the dim light that the man's sword was behind his back and was being drawn out at this moment.

When Rosacea first saw the figure, there was a moment of panic.

Because he also knows the difference between armor-piercing and non-armor-piercing, heavy armor and light armor.

But when he saw the number of people and the sword, he laughed.

one person?Carrying a sword?
Even if he is wearing heavy armor, this person is still food delivered to his door.

"Aha!"

Rosacea laughed and jumped forward.

The inferior Velen long sword in his hand was activated from the side, drawing a wobbly circular arc.

The sword was not aimed at Lan En's body, but the air in front of him.

This is not a sword swung to hurt someone, but to block Lan En's possible downward strike.

In sword fights, it is not uncommon for two swords to wrestle together.

Because the sword blade hurts people, except for the action of dragging and cutting, the rest is the same as boxing, all rely on the instantaneous impact to cut the blade into the human body.

And to deal with slashing, blocking like waving is a better choice.

Save effort and time.

Rosacea didn't expect himself to be able to break through heavy armor with a sword, he even made up his mind.

Regardless of whether Lan En had time to draw his sword from behind and cut it down, he would throw down his long sword when he got close, and wrap his body around his opponent instead.

One piece of heavy armor plus one person, even a master knight would turn into a soft-legged shrimp with this weight!
A heavy armored warrior who can't move can be killed with a dagger.

The rosaceous companions in the camp knew him well, and they had an instant insight into his intentions.

Mouths covered with shreds of meat and blood began to grin one after another.

They each moved a few steps, and some were ready to pounce on the heavily armored warrior in front of them after the rosacea wrapped around them to increase their weight.

Others have already pulled out their sticks and long swords with grinning grimaces, ready to bleed the food that was delivered to their door.

No one thought there would be an accident, there were seven of us, one on the opposite side.

Moreover, even the sword on the other side had to be stretched backwards, and now he didn't even draw half of it!

I don't know how any idiot can carry a sword behind his back.

Nobody was nervous.

Everyone feels like they are winning.

But accidents always happen at this time.

It was only at this time that Rosacea could see the face of the visitor clearly from the shade of the trees.

The calm, exotic face didn't make him hesitate either.

He didn't care that there were so many people he hadn't seen.

But a dazzling cold light suddenly fell from the upper edge of the field of vision!
Almost to the point where the rosacea thought it was my floater problem again.

But the coldness of his body told him - something bad happened!
Panic, fear, it seems that it only takes a moment for emotions to grow from the bottom of my heart.

A moment similar to that cold light!
"Ding - puff!"

First, the iron and steel intersected, and Rosacea's block did block the route of a slash from top to bottom.

But who said that if you stop it, you must be able to stop it?
Xiong Xuepai's steel sword directly pressed down on the opponent's long sword!

And the price was that the sword blade that was expected to slash vertically from the top of the head was deflected to the shoulder.

Bones are crumbling.

That wasn't cut off, that was smashed!

The blade was directly stuck in the flesh and blood of Rosacea's shoulder, as if the flesh and bones were no different from ooze!
The bones and muscles were churned together, and the severed blood vessels spurted blood one by one.

All the people present, those who were about to pounce, and those who started to draw their weapons... were all stunned after the slash.

"I'm... dreaming?"

murmured a cannibal.His dynamic vision did not see the man drawing the sword at all!
In the last second, half of the sword was still in the scabbard.In the next second, the companion was hacked in from the shoulder, the depth of the blade seemed to have broken several ribs!
"Ah." The rosacea seems to be because everything happened too suddenly.

The first soft cry was stunned, and it even made people feel that he was not in too much pain.

But on the second tone.
"what!!!"

scream.

Following his rapidly distorted face, a shivering scream burst out!

Lan En pressed down on the sword with no expression on his face, and was forced to kneel in front of him with his rosacea.

Then the young man raised his foot and kicked on the opponent's chest.

There was a soft "poof-".

The sword was drawn from the body, with a fountain of blood.

Rosacea fell to the ground. The severe blood loss and lung damage made him unable to scream again.

Holding the sword in his hand, the witcher moved the shoulder that had just cut the man.

"Okay, offals."

The dimly lit cat's eyes looked at the rest of the people under the shade of the tree.

"I have drawn my sword."

"Let's get started."

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