Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1633 1605. Nobles
"Oh my God. Oh my God."

The young man, called Sir Hans by his servants, was dazed and muttering lamentations. Many arrows shot from under the city wall, hit the battlements, and then broke by their own impact, or simply hung crookedly on the wall.

The weather was still very cold at this time, but the fierce battle and the surge of adrenaline made everyone feel like they were about to be suffocated in the armor.

There was a hot flash with every breath.

After lifting the visor, the heat turned into white smoke in the cold air, rising up along the opening of the visor, and then was pulled away by the thin and long cold wind in the Pontar River Valley.

This is just one person, but there are so many people on the city wall and in the city like this now.

In addition to the braziers, there were also the occasional chaotic fires in the city after the war broke out.

The battlefield and charring seemed to go together perfectly from the beginning.

There was a cloud of smoke rising above the city of Vergen.

Smoke, sweat, blood, dirt. It was hard to tell what the dirt was, but it covered Hans and Henry's faces with a layer of disgusting black of varying shades.

"Henry! Stop fiddling with him! Throw the rock down! Quick!"

But Henry, who looks honest, still has the tact of a servant.

He bent over and moved sideways a few steps under the cover of the battlements of the city wall. Then he pushed a stone as big as a human head into the doorway with his foot without even looking at it, and then came back immediately.

The city gate is usually built under the city wall. On the one hand, it is protected by the city wall to prevent the enemy from directly breaking it open with a catapult.

On the other hand, a hole was opened in the city wall just above the city gate. This was so that when the enemy rushed in and tried to dismantle the city gate by manpower, the defenders on the city wall could throw stones and pour hot oil down through the hole.

But when you throw stones at the city gate, you have to aim at the enemy, right?

Hans was so shocked by his little brother's blatant perfunctory attitude that he was speechless.

"Fuck you, Henry, are you crazy?! We are at war! We are at war! We are not just doing some random work! If we lose the war, people will die!"

"But, Sir Hans." Henry's voice sounded silly, but he spoke with a lot of sense. "In this situation, if I don't put on the right armor, I will probably die before I even get off the city wall!"

Compared to the full body armor of nobles like Hans, Henry's equipment was obviously poor.

He originally had only an iron helmet with a wide brim on his head, and a large piece of plate armor on his chest, with round iron plates tied on both sides of his elbows and knees.

There is nothing else.

What's the difference between this and not wearing anything under the elves' archery skills?
He is a human being, not one of those endless monsters in the north. Even an iron arrowhead can't pierce the skin. If the arrowhead penetrates two or three inches below the skin, it will cause disability or death, okay? !
Hans opened and closed his mouth several times, but was choked by Henry's words and could not speak fluently.

A few elven arrows, along with stones thrown up by the humans who were attacking the city in a hurry, hit the city wall not far above, causing Hans to shrink his body subconsciously.

Finally, he simply covered his head and shouted desperately: "Even if you strip Sir Zach of his armor now, can you still put it on on the spot?!"

Hans didn't even finish saying the word "no" before he was surprised to find that Henry had almost removed the armor from Sir Zack's body on the ground with one hand!

Generally speaking, Henry could put on and take off the original armor by himself, but it was troublesome. For more advanced armor, he basically needed assistance to put it on and take it off.

The Demon Hunter's armor can be donned and taken off by one person regardless of school, which is already a great advantage.

But everyone would have to say Henry's move was "great technique"!
"Oh my god. Ahem." Hans was choked by the black smoke. "When did you learn this trick?"

"I have been learning blacksmithing from my father since I was a child!" Henry's hands did not stop, and soon the corpse on the ground was stripped naked.

"Your father is not," Hans retorted subconsciously, but then he closed his mouth again, "Okay, let's stop talking about it. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but we are both tired of hearing and talking about 'adoptive father is a blacksmith, biological father is a nobleman'."

At this time, arrows were still flying across the sky, mixed with flying stones, and there were also war shouts or screams from the city walls.

Hans's speech was quite organized, but it seemed a bit nagging in this situation.

But he still grasped the point immediately: "Why are you so hesitant when putting on armor for me?!"

"Sir Hans." Henry had already put on his neck guard and breastplate, panting and smiling, "You know people can be lazy, right? Normally, we're not in such a hurry!"

"Oh, you cute little bastard!"

Hans cursed and laughed.

If it was an ordinary relationship between a knight and his squire, then they would just do their job perfunctorily on the battlefield and at the same time strip off the armor of another knight who died in the battle and put it on themselves.

Then there is no way they could get along so harmoniously.

Because the servant's behavior completely showed his disregard and disrespect for the differences between the nobles and the common people. Under normal circumstances, this would be a serious issue that could lead to a fight. But who made Hans and Henry good friends?

On the battlefield, their friend who was originally very dangerous now has a set of advanced armor. Hans and Henry are so happy that they can't contain themselves!
It's not only because I'm happy for my friends, but also because we can take care of each other.

"I don't know if all of the squires of the respected Sir Zach have died." Hans said as he threw the coat that Henry had just taken off to make it easier to put on armor to him. "Put it on outside and don't show up in front of others. It should be fine."

A knight's armor is an important asset of the knight. When paying the ransom for defeat in battle, it is included in the ransom and must be returned in its original form.

If others saw Henry stripping and putting it on, they would definitely pursue the matter.

"Can't we just throw him outside the city wall?" Henry patted the body. "Then we can say it was the rebels attacking the city and take him away when he falls off the wall!"

"Even if we find the body later, we'll have something to say!"

"Throw the body away?" Hans' eyes widened at this time, not caring about the arrow that had hit his helmet. "Oh my God! Henry, what are you talking about? This is a knight! A nobleman!"

"You took his armor, which is nothing, just like having an affair with his wife. But how could you think of disrespecting his body?"

Henry was stunned for a moment, but then he waved his hand: "Hey, I just said it casually. Let's put his body aside."

Unlike Henry, the illegitimate son of a noble family, who was secretly fostered in the blacksmith's home, Hans was easy-going and could be friends with people of Henry's status.

But after all, this is the worldview that comes from an aristocratic education.

He still cares very much about the gap between nobles and common people.

The two people were timid but busy, running back and forth on the busy and hysterical city wall.

Finally, as it was getting dark, a low horn was blown outside the city of Vergen.

At this time, the soldiers on the city wall who had been guarding the city for a whole day and shooting at the people below the city only saw groups of elves and humans, with occasional dwarves in the mix.

Often several people would hold up a large piece of wood or straw shield, which would then protect the bodies of several people as they retreated into the wilderness and woods outside the city.

But the light from the torches patrolling in a regular pattern outside showed that people were still surrounding the city.

"How could this be?"

Hans looked out from the gap in the battlement of the city wall, still questioning his fate in a trance.

"Didn't they say that Aedirn had already been defeated? Their rebels are so powerful? Fate... Fate will not favor us at all!"

"Fortune favors the brave. Isn't that what you always say?" Henry was beside him, already putting on his squire's coat over his armor.

"But now I'm confused." Hans had nothing to hide from Henry. He took a deep breath and wiped his face hard, but it only made the dirt on his face more evenly distributed.

"We are an army assembled in response to the order of His Majesty the Emperor. This is to show Nasir's loyalty to the Empire. Of course, it would be even better if we could take some things back with us."

"Marshal Kuhoon didn't let us rob too much, which I don't think is a big deal. This is what a true noble would do. And under his command, we didn't have to spend any effort to defeat Aedirn and flatten Rivia, right?"

"How come it's come to this now? Now we are surrounded?"

Henry didn't respond. He opened his mouth and said something else.

"Have you seen how our Scoia'tael treat those northerners?"

Hans's head was a little confused and entangled. After hearing these words, his body trembled immediately and he looked at Henry beside him in horror.

Henry's silly voice seemed steady in the gradually darkening sky.

He raised his hand and pointed to the faint fire outside the city: "There are also a group of elves, dwarves, and midgets there now."

"No, that's not right." Hans retorted subconsciously, "Aren't they cooperating with the northerners?"

"Then aren't our Scoia'tael cooperating with us humans?"

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Hans Capen was indifferent for a long time, then he stared at the fire outside the city in a trance and said.

"Don't let me be taken alive, Henry. Please."

"I beg you to do the same, Hans."

(End of this chapter)