Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 591 593. Black Cloud
Lann left the tent.

The decision Haxo made now made him unable to tell whether the guy in front of him really wanted to rescue the refugees.

He still wanted to lead them in a breakout battle that would make him famous.The casualties that these two options may cause are completely different.

Lan En felt that Haxo's mental problem must have occurred.

But he was right about one thing.

Lan En is not a god.

Yes, he has already had the ability to kill hundreds of people in a complex building environment.

But this is a battlefield, not an isolated estate.His primary purpose is not to kill people, but to lead people out of danger.

It kills people, it's a kind of power.However, this is not a panacea option.

If everything in this world can be solved by killing people, then the dynasty established by the tyrant should be the most enduring thing.

When Lan En came out of the tent, the entire refugee camp seemed to suddenly become alive, no longer like it was when they were on their way a few days ago.

Even if the people around him died silently, he still walked forward numbly.

People began to distribute crude weapons and armor, which were saved on the road.

Those who were distributing weapons shouted loudly to the confused refugees as they thrust them into the hands of the refugees.

'Rush to the manor in front, there's only one day left! ', 'We're coming to Brugg soon! '

Such words will cause a burst of cheers from people every time they are shouted.

The opportunity to escape their suffering was right in front of them, and all the refugees who had been tortured for a long time suddenly forgot everything.

They picked up weapons they hadn't even touched before, cried tears of joy, and hugged each other.

Lan En walked past these people calmly.

This is not courage, and these people do not have the consciousness to fight to the death for a chance of survival.

thought Lane.

They were just temporarily carried away by the joy.

When they calm down and feel the feeling of the weapon in their hands touching their flesh with their fingers, their dizzy minds will clear up.

Then, there is fear.

"What the hell is going on?"

As soon as Dandelion saw Lan En coming back, he quickly came up and asked anxiously.

"Hakso is distributing weapons and equipment to refugees. What does he want to do? Let these people who have only used sickles and hammers fight with professional soldiers?!"

Lan En nodded, indicating that he was right.

Looking back, Gerd and Geralt were calmly maintaining their swords.

"I told you before, Dandelion." Geralt said without raising his head.

"If you want to escape from the battlefield, you have to cross the border, and you have to encounter at least one tough battle that cannot be avoided."

"War is not like poetry. There are so many beautiful coincidences and opportunities."

The poet covered his face, breathing rapidly and twitching.

"Oh, what should I do? I'm so nervous that I want to vomit."

Geralt waved his hand to Lan En, indicating that he didn't have to worry about it: "Dandelion has had this problem since he saw the frontal battlefield outside Cintra. It's not a big deal."

"But it's not him I'm worried about." Lan En just walked past the poet sitting on the ground without stopping. Instead, he walked to the two demon hunters.

He looked down at his two friends, who seemed to be taking good care of their swords.

"You two are beating faster than usual. It seems that you also know what you will face next?"

Under Lan En's questioning, Gerd and Geralt first slapped their hands, and then let go of the oilcloth used to clean their swords dejectedly.

"Yes, we know."

Gerd lowered his head and said. "We know that these people will go to the battlefield after being excited. And then die on the battlefield. How excited they are now will be how fearful and even resentful they will be then."

"They will think: Why don't you, the leaders and managers, just go farther away? Why do we, the civilians and refugees, have to fight against the Nilfgaardian soldiers?"

"At that time, they will forget the laughter they are making now, and they will forget their loud applause for this decision. They will forget that they were also the ones who supported this decision."

Lan En heard something. He crossed his arms and asked tentatively: "Has someone come to see you just now?"

"There are people, many people."

Geralt put the sword back into its sheath and spoke calmly.

"The refugees we helped came to thank us. They felt that they were about to be saved, but..."

But what if they come to their senses and find that they still have to go to the mountain of knives before they can be saved?

Geralt did not continue.

People's hearts can change. Gratitude at one moment can turn into anger and resentment at the next moment.

Therefore, Gerd and Geralt were not happy about this at all.They have seen many such people.

There wasn’t much time for people to prepare.

In fact, from the moment the weapons were distributed, the uncontrollable noise was a reminder.

Even if each of the thousands of people whispered a word, the collective voice would be very loud.

In order to boost morale, when distributing weapons, it is necessary to arouse the emotions of the refugees and make them forget their fear and take up arms.

When I decided to rush towards the temporary military station, the countdown had already started.

After abandoning the burden and making a desperate decision, people simply had a big meal.There was a rude yelling outside.

These are the more senior sergeants in the refugee regiment who are providing some temporary training to the refugees.

At this point, all hidden matters have been abandoned.

The person responsible for training the refugees next to the demon hunter's tent was a mercenary wearing chainmail, who seemed to have served in the northern regular army.

"Your job, you stinky bitches, is to follow orders! Stay in line!"

"We will break out in the afternoon near dusk. Why did we choose this time? Because we want you losers to survive longer!"

"If we can rush over, it will be dark soon. If we work hard and rush all night, we will be just one step away from the border! As for why not just sneak over at night?"

The chainmail mercenary tilted his head and spat.

"Which country do you think you are the elite? Dare to fight at night? Dare to operate secretly at night? By then, four out of five people will be lost and separated! As for what will happen to the refugees who are separated in this land? , you don’t need me to say it, right?”

"Also, night battles are about fighting who is worse. Do you think the Nilfgaardians are worse than you? You might have had some bad luck and killed a Nilfgaardian during the day, but at night. Ha ha!"

He smiled ferociously.

While punching and kicking the refugees, he imparted some basic knowledge on the battlefield with fragrant words.

For example, 'A shield is more important than a sword', 'Never break the queue'.
Amid his threatening shouts, the recent excitement of the refugees began to fade.

Although I was just one step away from being saved, I also began to feel uneasy and panicked.

At this time, they suddenly woke up from the noisy state and felt that they should be quieter.

But then it was discovered that the entire camp was in chaos.

It's too late to be quiet.

The battle is coming.

This thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

Then, this thought was like a black cloud, weighing on everyone's heart.

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(End of this chapter)