Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1641 1613. Chaos
"what's the situation?!"

The Nilfgaardian commander in Vergen was suddenly awakened from his already light sleep due to the siege.

He didn't even dare to take off his armor, and he got up from the bed with a clanging sound.

"Guards! Guards!!"

After two consecutive calls, he finally called his servant over amid the sudden noise and chaos.

When the servant opened the door, he was obviously bumped by someone rushing over in the corridor. He staggered and had to hold on to the door handle to avoid falling.

"Sir!" The attendant swallowed nervously, his eyes wide open with fear, "The city gate is open!"

The Nilfgaardian officer felt that his drowsy brain exploded almost in an instant!
He rushed out suddenly, pushing his servants aside and sticking his head out to look outside.

Two lines of fire extended from the city gate, illuminating the dark city with two paths of light, and then ignited larger fires in two houses.

The shouts and cries outside the city, the creaking sound of the city gates opening, and the rumbling sound of the gates being pulled upwards in the mechanical structure all echoed far away in the night sky.

Fortunately, the military quality of the Nilfgaard army is indeed very high.

When they realized that the city gates were open, the lower-level soldiers and officers blew trumpets and beat drums to wake everyone up, and began to organize people to go to the city gates in an attempt to put out the riot.

"Retake the gates and portcullis!"

The Nilfgaardian officer shouted and rushed out with his sword drawn.

At this point all the deployment of troops was meaningless. If they couldn't take back the defensive facilities at the city gate, they would have no advantage at all against the rebels outside!
At most, the Nilfgaardian officers coordinated the distribution of personnel and sent a small number of soldiers to rush to the gate control switch on the city wall, because the city wall and the military station on it were narrow and could not accommodate so many people.

Too many people squeezing in will only cause a congestion in the military forces, and there will be no way to take advantage of the numbers.

Under his command, a large number of soldiers rushed towards the city gate under the city wall.

At this time, there were panicked screams everywhere, as well as the shouts of people who had already realized the situation and were shouting and killing.

There were torches everywhere, and halberds and axes that had just been taken from the weapon racks were also standing in a forest, with the steel blades gleaming in the reflection of the firelight.

"Shoot! Kill them! Quick!"

Iron boots trampled the ground, and everyone knew that they were racing against time.

It was not known whether the arrows were shot from longbows or crossbows, but they were thrown towards the city gate in an uncontrolled manner.

Originally, archers were often organized into teams, and then projecting their power in the form of a rain of arrows was the best option.

The sporadic launches are simply a waste.

But now the camp is attacked at night, who has the ability to regroup the troops immediately?

The fact that the soldiers in Vergen were now rushing towards the city gate was a reflection of the superiority of the Nilfgaardian military academy system.

Reorganize the archers? They have already done it, but the rebels outside have already rushed in.

However, behind the flames created by the kerosene, the intruders were already wearing helmets and armor and holding shields!

Even Iorveth held a shield in his hands.

There were dull "ding ding bang bang" sounds, and the arrows either rubbed against the metal hoop on the shield, producing sparks and crisp sounds, or pierced the wooden shield.

"Your shield skills are really bad."

The flames were whistling and burning in swelling and swells, and overhead were thin and fast arrows blending into the night sky, but Cassandra only complained about the way the elves and humans around her used shields.

If we were to ask what the most representative weapon of Sparta, the military city-state famous in the ancient Greek world, the gun and shield combination would be the best choice.

The Spartan spear and shield formation, led by Cassandra's grandfather, Leonidas, once withstood the attack of the Persian Empire.

At the moment, Cassandra was scratching her head at the crude shield formation of her comrades around her.

"That's so embarrassing!" Iorveth gritted his teeth and held up his shield, but he didn't forget to fight back. "We elves really don't know how to use shields!"

"Really? I can teach you when I have time." Cassandra smiled easily and tilted her head to avoid a cold arrow that shot out from the night sky.

The Nilfgaardians, suddenly awakened from their night raid, were rushing forward with difficulty, and their shouts and cries were getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Cassandra's eyes focused, as if she saw a target in the flickering firelight.

Immediately, she pulled out the bow from her back.

"Who do you want to shoot? You can't see anything at this moment!"

Iorveth shouted under the shield, thinking that it would be useless to use a bow at this time, and it would be better to use a shield.

Fire is actually a very poor lighting tool. Its light cannot radiate very far and is often too dim to see anything just a few steps away.

But when you get closer, the light is too strong, and it's as if you're being illuminated by high beams, and you still can't see anything clearly.

Now they had lit two fire routes leading to the makeshift armory, and the Nilfgaardians were all holding torches.

But in fact, only the upper body of each Nilfgaardian can be photographed, and the lower body is just an outline in the shadow.

Not to mention finding out some commander's characteristics and killing him accurately with a bow and arrow.

Iorveth was confident in his shooting skills, but he didn't think he could recognize the commander in such a chaotic situation. 'Hula!' Another noise!
The soldiers who rushed towards the city gate were obviously hit by some kind of shock again.

The others gathered in the gate arch couldn't see the situation clearly, but Cassandra knew from the hovering Ikaros that this was the military station with a gate switch on the city wall, and the entrance and exit had also caught fire just now!

That was the means used by the dwarves who seized the switch in the past to block the enemy and delay time.

In an emergency, no matter how high the average military literacy of the Nilfgaardians is, the commander will need to intervene and take command.

Otherwise, seeing that the gates could not be closed, the army's morale would inevitably collapse in panic.

At this time, the Nilfgaardian officer was calling a group of people to rush towards this gate. When he saw the fire on the city wall again, he started cursing.

But he immediately took out a round ball from his waist bag and gave it to a soldier beside him who had not had time to put on armor after waking up and was therefore very agile.

"This is the [North Wind Bomb]! Go up! Throw it in according to the fire situation."

He gave the instructions quickly and concisely.

Both the castles of Heinkaweh of the Bear School and Gswede of the Snake School were searched thoroughly by the Nilfgaardians using both magical and physical means.

Even the mutation formulas for the demon hunters of the two schools have been put together, and of course a lot of the formulas for these potions and bombs have also been put together.

The toxicity of the potions and decoctions can only be tolerated by witchers, and they are temporarily listed as technical reserves by the Nilfgaardians.

However, things that can be used anywhere, such as alchemical bombs and sword oil, have already begun mass production.

Of course, although it is said to be mass-produced, considering the current cost issues of these demon hunter alchemy products, it is still impossible for them to become universally distributed military supplies.

However, for people of similar ranks like officers, it is not a problem to get some special military supplies.

If you have an aristocratic background, it will be even easier.

This Nilfgaardian officer just happened to have them all.

"Get it? After the fire is put out, take back the gate immediately! It would be best if we could freeze the bastards inside to death!"

The officer didn't have time to say more at this moment. He just confirmed it and prepared to send people to the city wall to put out the fire.

He had originally intended to push this alchemical bomb closer to annihilate the enemies inside the city gate in one go, but now he had to focus on the gate first.

"Yes, sir! I understand."

However, before the soldier could finish his reply, the rest of his words were gone forever.

"Oh!"

A golden arrow flashed past the back of the officer in front of him!

It was clearly an arrow that caused piercing damage, but because it was so powerful and strong, when it hit the armor of the Nilfgaardian officer, the sound of the impact was almost like a hammer hitting the ground!

【Destruction Shooting】!
The power derived from Isu technology was wrapped around the bow by Kassandra.

The officer in heavy armor was hit by a light arrow in an instant, and his body was knocked away like a rag doll!

Of course, the soldiers standing before him and receiving orders were not spared.

The total weight is over hundreds of kilograms, and a person wearing armor is knocked flying and smashed towards others. What's the difference between this and being hit by a galloping horse?
The two bodies were immediately tangled together, and the [North Wind Bomb] was crushed between them.

"Bang~Karala!"

First, a burst of cold white mist spread out with a muffled sound, and then the cold air suddenly made a teeth-grinding freezing sound in the air!
"what!!!"

The group of people originally led by the officer had no idea what was happening at this time, and of course there was no way they could "avoid the cold fog".

They were instantly enveloped by cold mist.

But the [North Wind Bomb] is not the top-level [Advanced North Wind Bomb] after all, not to mention the [Sorcerer's Magic Infused North Wind Bomb] that Lan En had used before.

It is not possible for a cold mist to pass through in an instant and freeze a person from the skin to the bone marrow.

It only froze the surface of these people's bodies and did not even penetrate one centimeter below the skin.

But it is this one centimeter of skin and flesh that is frozen.

The flesh and skin were frozen stiff in an instant, but these people were still running the previous second.

The inertia of the body's movement tore apart the skin that was elastic and energetic one second, but brittle and hard the next second, and tears also occurred between the armor and the body that were frozen together.

A shrill scream cut through the sky in an instant.

The commander who could make decisions has been killed, and the [North Wind Bomb] that could quickly extinguish the fire has been consumed.

The Nilfgaardians' last chance to save the situation disappeared in the chaos with few people paying attention and few people noticing.

Only Cassandra, who had put down her bow and arrow, stood behind her shield, muttering to herself as Iorveth looked at her as if he had seen a ghost.

"Frozen arrow? I did this?"

(End of this chapter)