Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1640 1612. Night Attack
The Spear of Leonidas pierced through the lungs of the Nilfgaardian soldier!

The man couldn't even utter a scream as his trachea was blocked by the oxygen-rich pink blood foam.

When Cassandra disappeared as particles of light and reappeared beside the broken spear, according to the battle habits against artifact holders in the ancient Greek world.

While still holding the broken spear, she twisted the man's neck and turned it around.

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When she was a child, she stabbed someone in the kidney from behind but the person didn't die. Instead, she was chased and beaten for several blocks. This experience is still fresh in her memory.

The broken spear didn't even stay in his hand for a second before it was pulled out of the corpse and shot at the last remaining guard at the city gate.

This time, the broken spear only penetrated the man's belly where the torso armor was connected, but Cassandra flashed over and threw a powerful uppercut.

With a loud "bang", the man did a full backflip in the air!

His jaw was shattered instantly, and the cervical vertebrae in his neck were broken immediately. After turning around, he fell to the ground in a kneeling and crawling posture.

When Cassandra finally pulled out the broken spear that had pierced through his lower back, she pushed forward with the now immobile corpse.

It can be seen that this woman acted with Spartan strength, brutality and violence.

At this time, the infiltration team that had climbed up with grappling hooks was still on the city wall, following the traces of killing left by the woman and rushing towards this side.

Even the most stubborn dwarf couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Cassandra's speed of movement and killing is so fast and decisive for a stealth operation that it's like seeing a ghost!
Generally speaking, when sneaking into the enemy camp, one tends to experience greater psychological pressure. The psychological pressure is reflected in the physiological aspects that the physical energy consumption is greater, the attention consumption is also greater, and it is easier to be distracted.

Also, during infiltration operations, you cannot carry too heavy protective gear and weapons, which also affects your combat effectiveness. However, if you encounter an enemy that you must fight, you must ensure that you are quick, accurate and ruthless, while being as quiet as possible.

With such a series of restrictions, even elite soldiers would be in danger of death when trying to sneak in.

But Cassandra
"These people," the elf Ella whispered as a group of people walked quickly but carefully past a corpse with its neck ripped open, "They were awake and on patrol when they died!"

Everyone was silent, but a strange feeling sprouted in their hearts.

The soldiers who were awake on patrol were not those who had their necks cut while they were sleeping, lying in bed without even wearing armor.

"He was gone in one encounter?" The dwarf stumbled as he passed the corpse, stepping on the pool of blood. "My beard!"

The weather was cold, and although the blood had only been flowing out of the body for a short time, it had now turned into a sticky and slippery semi-jelly state.

When someone stepped on it, a terrible mark was left on the ground along the shoe.

"Haven't you been to the battlefield of Sodden Mountain?" Iorveth had expected the falconer to be extraordinary, but now he swallowed his saliva. However, due to his extreme personality, he still spoke sarcastically to the dwarf, "How could you be frightened by such a small scene?"

"Yes," the dwarf did not start arguing with the elf again, but just sighed and said in a low voice, "I have seen a warrior as glorious and powerful as a god on that battlefield, and I feel honored to fight with him."

"But I can only say that all sorts of ridiculous things keep popping up one after another. The world is changing very fast!"

"Where did Sakia find such a brutal person?"

The dwarf's mouth kept smacking.

On the short section of the city wall in front of them, several corpses and the torches in their hands were lying in a mess on the ground.

Some of the blood is still steaming.

The torches flickered on the ground, and the light was reflected in the pool of blood, which was as cold and eerie as some third-rate ghost story.

"No matter what, let's finish the mission now!" Iorveth half-crouched on the inner edge of the city wall, took a rough look at the city of Vergen, and growled to the team members behind him without turning his head.

"Ella, get ready to help Cassandra open the gate!"

"Yannick Bras, you said you knew the control room of the city's gate, right?"

In a city like this, the gate openings are built deep because there are many arrangements inside.

The city gates that open and close on the left and right are just one of the defense measures.

In addition to the steel gates, there are also mesh-like iron fences that can be knocked down and closed with the push of a mechanism.

The gate switch is often located in a control room on the city wall, or simply built in a military station where the guards rest.

One of the five dwarves nodded, and upon closer inspection, he was one of the members of Yarpan's team.

He squeezed forward and got close to Iorveth: "I know him. I've been to Vergen before. One of the captains of the city guard was my cousin. He took me to the military station to rest! He even pointed at the trigger!"

Iorveth nodded. "The gates can be opened any time now, but we still need to confirm the control of the gate trigger. You know the way, so you can lead the team."

"When you get there, you decide when to pull the trigger. The gate will make a loud noise. Once we hear it, we'll open the door at the same time. That means we have to stay there and fight for control from the enemy!"

"okay!"

This was something that had been agreed upon long ago, so Yannick Bras did not hesitate and nodded to the remaining four dwarves. Five more humans followed him and continued walking along the wall.

The remaining people immediately walked down the city wall carefully and moved towards Cassandra, ready to maintain control of the city gate.

Late at night, only the cold wind whistling in the Pontar River Valley was making a sound. Strangely, there was also a clanging sound in the city, as a temporary quarry was working overnight.

The people who were preparing to guard the city gate walked quietly down to Cassandra.

"Your efficiency is amazing, falconer."

Iorveth's praise was not without urgency. "Ella, remove all the armor from the corpses on the ground. Use as much as you can. Also, shields. Shields are the key!"

In order to sneak in quietly, their armor was greatly reduced, and at most they only had leather and cotton armor.

This is conducive to covert operations as there will be no clanging noises with every step, but it is not conducive to holding the position after the door is opened.

At this time, Cassandra was leaning against the wall of the city gate, spinning her broken spear and making sword dances to pass the time.

At a glance, she saw that a dwarf and several humans were missing from the team, and she knew that according to the plan, these people should be the ones to find the gate trigger.

"The dwarves have gone to look for the gate switch. Wish them good luck."

Seeing the falconer counting heads, Iorveth thought that the other party had not listened carefully to the pre-war meeting or had forgotten about it due to nervousness, so he started to explain.

If someone else made this kind of mistake, he would not let it go easily because of his impatient personality.

But considering Cassandra's current performance, if you can kill everyone so cleanly and efficiently during the night's infiltration operation, I can set aside an hour in the pre-war meeting to sing hymns with you!

But Cassandra can't be said to be superstitious. Her personality is that it is better to rely on herself than on others.

"I'm not in the habit of counting on good luck, elf."

The falconer shrugged with her hands on her hips, and pointed at the wall with one hand.

"I have cleared out the enemies on this section of the wall. They shouldn't be in any trouble."

"Wait?" Iorveth came back to his senses, "How do you know where the gate switch is on the city wall?"

Cassandra smiled.

"The gods and the eagle guide my vision."

This is what she said to people in the ancient Greek world, and people therefore believed that she was a demigod with the power of the Olympian gods flowing in her blood.

But here, Iorveth felt that it should be some kind of magical ability, but Cassandra was probably a little superstitious. In the future, he had to be careful not to conflict with the beliefs of such a powerful ally and create estrangement.

Magic is a very neutral force, it can be used as long as the conditions are met and the process is correct. It doesn't matter whether you attribute it to the gods or yourself after using it.

Therefore, it is common for many wild wizards in remote areas, who have not received proper magical education and are superstitious, to call themselves priests and worship the gods.

Iorveth thought Cassandra might be that kind of person.

The view provided by Ikaros in the sky not only allows you to see people, but also the mechanical structures.

Gates were not uncommon defensive measures in ancient Greece, and Cassandra easily found the switch along the hinges.

In fact, there is more than that.

"Don't bother removing the armor from the bodies on the ground." The falconer pointed out two conspicuous landmarks to the team members around him. "That's their makeshift armory. There are a lot of weapons in it. Just follow the kerosene on the ground."

"Kerosene?"

Iorveth's boots slid left and right on the dark ground and found the trace.

"You also found their armory?!"

The elf's one eye widened because of this!
"In just such a short time? And you even poured kerosene into it? How on earth did you do it?!"

"I'm familiar with this kind of thing." Cassandra spread her hands, "But do you guys want to go find equipment? We're in a hurry!"

"Of course!" Iorveth said without hesitation, "Ella, take people to get equipment. Look for those inconspicuous ones so that they can be distinguished from the Nilfgaardians and avoid being accidentally injured!"

In the firelight, the face of the female elf was illuminated.

She had a pretty face, elves were generally pretty, but as if to emphasize her wildness as a warrior, she had painted tribal war patterns on her face.

Soon, everything was ready.

Ella, wearing armor again, held a torch and stood at the intersection of the two streams of kerosene, ready to ignite the armory at any time.

Iorveth was holding a longbow with a signal arrow on the string, ready to be shot as soon as the door was opened.

Except for Cassandra, everyone was extremely nervous, and every minute and second seemed to be stretched to a great extent.

Finally, after an unbearable amount of time had passed in silence, a muffled rumbling sound came from behind the city gate, instantly waking up everyone in the city!

The gate began to pull up!
Iorveth immediately stopped hesitating and said, "Open the door!"

The city gate, which had been bolted off long ago, was opened with a loud creaking sound as two people on each side pulled it!

"Phew~!"

When there was only a crack in the door, Iorveth's arrow had already been shot out.

In an instant, torches lit up in the distance outside the city, and there were shouts of charge.

At the same time, the Nilfgaardians in the city of Vergen also reacted immediately.

"Night attack! Night attack!!!"

Bugles and drums were sounded urgently and chaotically.

(End of this chapter)