Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1645. Which hero?

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The shrill screams echoed throughout the small lake.

The fleeing soldiers' already tense nerves had just relaxed during the drinking process, but then they were tensed again! Many people had mental breakdowns again on the spot after experiencing such ups and downs!

The originally calm lake surface was suddenly muddied by the footsteps of blood and mud.

"Henry, come here and hide!"

Hans turned his head and shouted, holding the body of the Nilfgaardian adjutant as a human shield.

Henry then hurried behind him, and the two of them hid behind the adjutant's body.

After a short while, at least ten sparks burst out from the adjutant's armor where arrows had hit him.

Four or five particularly powerful crossbow arrows pierced him like a hedgehog.

"Ugh! Pah! Fuck! Fuck!"

Hans kept retching and his blood-stained face looked like he was about to collapse.

The adjutant had been shot in the throat by an arrow, and blood had sprayed all over his face. Now, as they were moving against his body, the blood from the wound was still flowing down, onto Hans' head, face, and neck.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Hans is now in a state of complete shock and collapse, and it sounds like he is about to cry.

His actions of holding up the adjutant's body as a shield and calling Henry were basically subconscious instinctive reactions.

"We've been attacked! There's been an ambush here!"

Henry shouted.

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Hans' voice was shaking. "The key is what to do? What should I do now?!"

Henry was speechless.

Can't really blame him.

If someone can remain calm in a situation like this and even know how to deal with it, then this person, regardless of whether he is from the North or the South, must be the top military talent.

And here and now, undoubtedly, no such person exists.

A large group of tall and short figures appeared in the forests or on the hills surrounding the lake.

"Hey, that guy actually guessed it right!"

Yarpen Zigrin led the way, cursing and restringing the dwarven stone crossbow in his hand.

The arrow that just killed the Nilfgaardian lieutenant was shot from his hand.

His shiny hair almost gave his crossbow a patina.

"Guys! It's time to teach these black dogs a lesson!"

In an instant, arrows rained down.
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"Just like I said at the end of the Sodden Hill battle more than two years ago."

Standing on the city gate, Lan En tilted his head and smiled at Stuart behind him.

"If we block these people in the city and fight them, the casualty figures will definitely be very bad."

At this time, at the feet of this group of cloaked men, a large group of dusty, wailing captives were tied into three large groups and re-entered the city of Vergen through the small city gate through which they had fought desperately not long ago.

It's already six or seven in the morning.

Winter is passing and the days are coming earlier and earlier.

It was already beginning to get light in the Pontar Valley.

The fact that the cloaked man was not in the city to enforce military discipline at this time surprised the rebels, but they did not have any doubts or questions.

Stuart and the fourteen Embers Knights he brought with him have established their prestige among the rebels through their actions over the past half year.

"I have occasionally heard from my brothers in the Knights' Order that you were angry with Foltest and Vizimir, who led the battle." Stuart's voice was still cold and hard. "But I regret that I was not able to personally experience the Battle of Sodden Mountain."

At that time, almost half of his bones were broken, half of his jaw was broken, and even a lot of flesh on his lower jaw fell off.

When the Battle of Sodden Hill began, he was being treated in Aretusa.

Lan rested his hands on the battlement of the city wall, looking down at the endless stream of prisoners being brought into Vergen.

He waved his hand behind him, signaling to Stuart: It doesn't matter.

"What annoyed me at the time was that they were the commanders of a huge battle involving more than 100,000 people, but they only cared about winning and not losing."

"The pressure of failure overwhelms their sense of responsibility. They dare not even think about the consequences of failure, let alone make follow-up plans based on failure."

"But they haven't even considered the victory thoroughly."

Under the hood, Lan En smiled unhappily.

"They only considered the current battle, and didn't even think about how to deal with the aftermath after winning, or how to safely expand the results of the war."

"In the end, we had no choice but to fight to the death with tens of thousands of Nilfgaardian remnants in a mountain valley."

Under the magic hood, Stuart opened his mouth and then closed it again.

To be honest, he was born in Cintra, a country that values ​​brute courage and violence, and where the standard of a good man is a "human bear", so he didn't think there was anything wrong with Foltest and Vizimir's command at the time. After winning the wrestling match, he was willing to break an arm to smash the enemy's head. This was a cost-effective and powerful decision in the eyes of serious Cintra people.

However, later, after his injuries stabilized, he joined the Order of Embers. In this order of knights that was personally brought up by Lan, he was subtly influenced by them.

Only then did I realize that kind of "bravery" could really be described as "lack of thought" to some extent.

Like the city of Vergen right now.

After the arrival of the Lord, he didn't even take any action from beginning to end, but this city built by the dwarves was already according to his plan and was taken by the rebels at a very small cost.

Even the Nilfgaardian defenders in the city were annihilated and captured in an organized manner!

As the sky brightened, the battle damage report was roughly ready.

More than 2,000 of them fought against more than 800 people in a siege battle. Counting the casualties during the day yesterday, only more than 20 people died! More than 40 people were injured!

Of the 800 men on the opposite side, it is estimated that less than 50 of them have run away.

Of course, the female warrior that the Lord brought with him was quite powerful in the night raid.

But even if we ignore the factor of super combat power, even if the team of 30 night attack team all died while holding the 300-meter gap, the city gate still would not be closed in time.

Vergen will still be captured, and the casualty ratio is still exaggerated!
After all, Stuart never followed Lan to the battlefield in person.

But in just one night, he, like the other Embers of the Knights during the last Civil War, began to reshape his military ideas under Lan's leadership.

And I deeply felt this charm.

Following the captives into the city were Yarpan and his companions, who were quite unhappy about being arranged to be an ambush.

The dwarf now came into the city with his head held high.

When passing through the city gate, he waved to the tall and silent cloaked men standing above.

Lan En, with his hands on the battlements, waved and greeted him.

But then, when he saw that the cloaked man actually responded to his greeting, Yarpan's face turned as if he had seen a ghost.

He quickly lowered his head and walked away.

"Wow!" Lan En glanced behind him, "Are you guys usually so serious at work?"

"To mediate racial conflicts and monitor military discipline." Stuart shook his head. "It's necessary to be serious."

Beside him, another Embers Knight smiled and said, "Be nice to others. The next day, that person will either become arrogant or there will be rumors that we are biased."

"After two or three times, we got used to doing things with a straight face."

"This is the work you have been doing for half a year. You are the experts in doing the work on the ground." Lan En waved his hand after listening. "To be honest, even I don't have the experience of dealing with racial conflicts on the ground like you do."

"So in this regard, your decision-making power is superior to my right to make suggestions."

"Understood. Thank you for your trust, sir."

"Have you found the commander's room?" Seeing the prisoners at the city gate entering the city quietly and obediently, Lan En asked another question.

After recognizing the sword Gul'thir from the body shot by Cassandra, Lan asked Stuart to search for the commander's room in the city of Vergen.

Nilfgaard's army was strictly disciplined and clearly divided into classes. The treatment of senior officers, junior officers, and soldiers was absolutely not mixed up.

For example: Even on the front lines, the Nilfgaardians would certainly find a way to open a senior officers' club and hold salons from time to time.

Those who could hold high-ranking military positions in the Nilfgaardian army were basically nobles, and their daily lives had to be arranged according to the standards of the nobility.

Therefore, Lan expected that it should be easy to find the room of the Nilfgaard commander.

After all, it is definitely not on the same level as ordinary rooms.

But after Lan En asked this question, he felt awkwardness from Stuart and several Embers Knights behind him?
"Didn't find it?" Lan En turned around and asked tentatively.

After all, he was leading 800 men deep into enemy territory. Could this commander really be extraordinary? Could he live a simple life?

But Stuart took a deep breath and shook his head to deny Lan's guess.

"Sir, we found the officer's room. But..."

"what happened?"

"That room, that room seems to have been robbed before we found it."

"." Lan En was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he made a surprised sound from his nose: "Huh?!"

Is there anyone who could loot the commander's room during the tight attack rhythm I planned?!

Who the hell is this hero?

Is he the thief saint?

Like lightning, under Lan's subconscious mobilization, Mentos had arranged last night's offensive process and rhythm in chronological order in his mind.

As soon as Cassandra and her men officially started the action, the rebels crossed the distance of three hundred steps and entered the city.

There was a brief stalemate, followed by the defeat of the Nilfgaardians.

(End of this chapter)