Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1637 1609. Country Bum

The night is already deep.

The moonlight is bright tonight, but it is of little use to the area around the city of Vergen in the Pontar River Valley, because the dense vegetation here blocks much of the moonlight.

One-eyed Iorveth led seven or eight elves, and the rest were five dwarves and a dozen humans. A total of only thirty people.

This is twenty fewer than the fifty people that Yarpan had previously estimated.

Infiltrating at night to seize the city gate is a job that requires a lot of effort. The only regret is that there are not enough people to be sent in secretly. I have never heard of reducing the number of people.

But this woman who had inexplicably become the team leader asked for exactly that.

"Fifty people? That's too much trouble. Don't you have deployments elsewhere?" The woman with a pigtail on her left shoulder, who looked relaxed on the battlefield, shrugged and said, "Thirty people, maybe. That's enough. I've seen the city gate, it's not that big."

'Have you seen it? When did you see it?'

The members of the night action team were all nervous about this new airborne leader.

They were very sure that before tonight, there was no such person in the team at all.

But surprisingly, whether it was Sakia or Iorveth, the most senior member of the team after Yarpan was transferred away, they only raised their eyebrows slightly in the face of this woman's insane "big talk" and did not doubt it.

Instead, they all nodded in agreement and actually evacuated twenty people to another place.

"Iorveth." Amid the rustling of vegetation and the mixed footsteps of a group of people, a dark figure with vaguely recognizable female features whispered behind the one-eyed elf, "Isn't this too risky? We know nothing about her."

Their goal now was to sneak under the walls of Vergen. During this process, no one would light torches to illuminate the way, so everyone was just a dark shadow.

"You don't believe her, but you should believe me, Ella." Iorveth calmly dealt with the anxiety in the team members' hearts, "You know, I will never joke about our current career."

Ella, as an old member who has been following Iorveth since the Scoia'tael days, of course had nothing to say when this sentence was used to put pressure on others.

She was well aware of Iorveth's appreciation of the current racial atmosphere within the peasant uprising army, and she also roughly knew that if the uprising army could gain a stable foothold in the future, there would be more important prospects.

Even if Iorveth wanted to die, he would not give up the current situation which was difficult but hopeful.

But the doubts have been rebutted, but how can the mentality on the battlefield be adjusted so easily?
Infiltration at night is a deadly job in the first place, and now there are reductions in manpower, rushing for time, and an airborne team leader. The negative emotions on the battlefield are almost piling up.

If Yarpen had come, he would probably be whispering some crude and stupid jokes as he approached the city wall.

The five dwarves would understand what he meant and would also lower their voices and agree, trying not to laugh.

Ella didn't appreciate the dwarf's jokes, but at least it could liven up the atmosphere, unlike now, when everyone looked like they were going to the guillotine.

To be honest, Ella actually felt that Iorveth himself was breathing more heavily uncontrollably as he approached the city wall.

The air did not become fresher at night, but the terrain of the Pontar Valley made the wind and water flow continuously, thus dissipating a lot of the burning smell, blood smell, and incontinence smell after death during the day.

On the city wall, the torches held by the sentries swayed back and forth like signs.

They walked on the wet grass and soft mud, bending over as they went around the side of the city wall.

During this time, one of the dwarves got his short legs stuck in a mud pit and had to rely on the help of the humans nearby to pull him out.

"Okay, now it's time to climb the city wall!"

Iorveth whispered as a group of people pressed their backs against the walls of Vergen.

Although everyone was not breathing hard, they all pursed their lips tightly.

The distance from the rebels' camp in the forest to here was only a few hundred meters, and although they walked quite slowly, the pressure they gave people was like a two-kilometer long-distance run.

"We're going to climb the wall here?" A dwarf growled in a low voice, as if he couldn't hold it in any longer. "What if there are a bunch of black dogs curled up under the battlements and taking a nap?"

Dwarves always speak in a group, and this time is no exception: "Sleeping on the city wall is not uncommon, and we just fought them during the day!"

"What the hell!" another dwarf complained. "We need to scout before launching a sneak attack! Isn't this common sense?"

"We've come this far, are you sure you want to talk about this now?"

Everyone fell silent and looked at Cassandra, who spoke for the first time since the operation began.

At this time, Ikaros was hovering high in the sky above Vergen, his feathers blending into the night.

Cassandra's tone was almost joking: "Don't you have the guts to do it?"

"No guts?!" The dwarf who had been complaining just now tucked his lush beard into his collar fiercely, "Woman, you don't have to provoke me! Now that I'm here, if you don't dare to come up, you can consider me your own child!"

"I just don't want to die in an accident before I can do anything!"

"Wow!" Cassandra was not angry. Instead, she looked at the dwarf with admiration. "You have a bad temper, but this is right. You don't have to worry about it."

"What?" Iorveth asked, frowning. He had already begun to untie the hook rope around his waist, preparing to throw it onto the battlement.

They have no time to waste.

However, before Iorveth could take action.

He, along with the twenty-eight people behind him, tall and short, men and women, all opened their mouths and widened their eyes, looking sideways at the walls of Vergen.

Because on the wall built by the dwarves, an agile figure climbed up empty-handed!

It was as if the city wall with only gaps between bricks was flat ground for walking!
It can even be said that a normal person jogging on horizontal ground cannot move as fast as Cassandra climbing the city wall vertically!
At this moment, a sharp-eyed human at the end of the team cried out.

"Look there!"

He pointed to the city wall and saw a light illuminated by torches at the corner of the wall. It was turning the corner and was facing the wall that Cassandra had climbed up.

Iorveth immediately passed the hook in his hand to the female elf Ella, took off the bow and arrow on his back, and quickly retreated away from the city wall.

I want to find a shooting angle to kill the patrolling person first.

They couldn't shout at this time.

But in just a flash, the people under the city wall saw that the torch, which was moving at a constant speed, flickered for a moment, as if blown by a sudden gust of wind.

Then it stopped on the city wall.

The people under the city wall almost stopped breathing! They were afraid that the next moment the Nilfgaardians would discover the intruders and the sound of the alarm would break through the night sky from the city wall.

But, nothing happened.

The torch, which flickered and then stopped, was moved towards the city wall. Before the people under the wall began to get scared, Cassandra's head popped out.

The dwarf who had just argued with her hesitated, moving his head back and forth between the position where she had just climbed up and the position where he was now sticking his head out from under the torch.

I had no idea how this guy managed to run so far in a split second and kill the patrolling Nilfgaardians without making any noise.

Anyway, Cassandra didn't look panicked or tired at all.

She simply pointed to the place where she had just climbed up in the light of the torch to the people below.

Then he retracted his head again.

She didn't need to say anything this time.

"Climb up the city wall from there, quickly!" Iorveth put the bow and arrow back on his back and called on Ella to throw the grappling hook up.

After making sure that there was no one watching from above, the hook rope was thrown steadily and accurately, and with a slight "click" it was hooked firmly on the battlement of the city wall.

"Ah, now you have any questions, dwarf?"

Iorveth teased the dwarf as he ran to the bottom of the hook rope in small steps in a sarcastic tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, elf!" The dwarf grumbled unconvinced, but also avoided a direct response, "Don't you know it's time to work?"

More than twenty people divided into several grappling ropes and climbed up the city wall.
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And a few hours ago, in the city of Vergen.

"You two, go oversee those dwarves tonight."

Next to the stable, Henry and Hans, who had just finished moving the corpses and had some free time, were grabbing a few sips of water from the trough with the horses. A man stood up to them and gave them orders.

"What?!" Hans stood up tiredly but angrily, holding on to the wooden stake of the stable. "Are you kidding? We have been fighting on the city wall for a whole day, and now our throats hurt from panting. We can fall asleep as soon as we close our eyes! And now we have to supervise?"

"I didn't consult with you, soldier."

The visitor spoke in a cold but unquestionable tone.

He was wearing black enameled armor, with a bloodstained golden sun disc on his chest. He also had a black enameled helmet tucked under his armpit.

"Soldier?" This title angered Hans. "I am a noble! Sir! You can't order me around like a soldier! This is a disrespect to nobility!"

Hans was so excited that he almost stood up and confronted the man in black, but Henry, who was standing next to him, saw that the situation was not good and stepped in between them.

"Noble?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him in the light of the stable fire, finally stopping his gaze on the small shield emblem on Hans' chest. "The nobles of Sayre?"

"That's Sercel, Sir Capon of Pickstein!" Hans raised his head proudly. "I am also from Nilfgaard."

"Shut up!" the man suddenly shouted, interrupting Hans. "Do you think anyone can call himself a Nilfgaardian? How can you, a country bumpkin from Nasir who built a castle on a dunghill, be qualified?"

"Go and work when I tell you to! We are the hardest working soldiers during the day. The Nilfgaardian army is very powerful, but it needs a good rest to perform. Now is the time for you to give us a rest."

(End of this chapter)