Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1647 1619. Helper

The organization you belong to is receiving funding and assistance from some unknown source.

This kind of thing is actually not that difficult to accept for everyone in the rebel army.

On the contrary, many people seemed quite happy.

When it comes down to it, the reason why the rebels gathered together for an armed uprising was first and foremost the inhumanity of the nobles headed by Demavi during the Kingdom of Aedirn.

At a time when the situation was tense, the country, as the largest grain-producing country in the north, actually let its own farmers not have enough to eat, and all the grain was exported to sell for money.

Therefore, the peasants rose up in waves to resist the rule of the nobles.

However, this kind of resistance has no legitimacy or legal basis in this world and this era, and it can hardly stand on its own.

Looking at the human history of only five or six hundred years in this world, it has never been successful.

So in fact, there are many people who sympathize with the rebels, but if we really want to say that they can transform into support and cooperation, it can be said that they are as rare as rare animals.

In fact, few people present were aware of the importance of maintaining the independence and autonomy of the organization.

Compared with the aid that is like a timely rain after a drought, no one thinks it is important.

Perhaps only Lan, Sakia and Iorveth, the 'original initiators', have any idea about this.

But since the aid was provided by Lan En, it is equivalent to assistance within the organization and there is no need to worry about it.

"Oh, thank the gods!"

On the spot, someone let out a sigh of relief and cheered softly, then took a big gulp of beer.

The peasants' initial resistance was out of courage and hardship, but now that they have fought to this day, they are almost all aware that what they are doing is a "headless undertaking" that has never been successfully accomplished in the past five or six hundred years.

It is impossible not to have little psychological pressure.

Especially for those who are now qualified to sit in this dwarf meeting room, the higher the status and the more they know, the greater the pressure.

This is also why in previous peasant uprisings, there were always compromising and peacemaking factions at the top.

On the one hand, I suddenly got a good life that I never thought of before. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

On the one hand, the psychological pressure of failure is very great, which can easily erode a person's persistence and confidence.

Now it is clearly stated that "someone is supporting them", and it is a powerful character like the Man in Cloak, which is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the rebels.

"Hehe!" Yarpan laughed, "We took down Vergen! And we got help! Double happiness!"

The dwarf raised his glass, but shrugged one shoulder with a slightly distorted expression: "Hiss~ Damn it, I didn't get hurt at all from the ambush, but the whipping I got last night does hurt."

After politely raising his glass to drink together, Lan En also found a seat at the edge of the round stone table and sat down.

"No, please come to me."

Sachia greeted him, and Lan En had nothing to say, so he walked over and sat down naturally.

"Of course we can celebrate. The supplies left by the Nilfgaardian army are not many, but as an unplanned surplus it is quite abundant."

Lan said as he shrugged from under his hood.

"But I think we should think clearly about how to expand our victory before celebrating."

"Ah~" Yarpan made a sound of discomfort and complaint, "Why do you think drinking will hinder your work? What can drinking hinder? My tongue is as dry as a piece of bread now."

While complaining, the dwarf stretched out his greasy side-parted hair with his sturdy fingers, his face showing thought and reminiscence.

"By the way, your voice sounds familiar, man. Have we met somewhere before?"

"Hey, Yarpen." Lan En patted his forehead with his hand and sighed, "Yarpen Zigrin. You are obviously not an idiot. Even if you really remember it now, you should say that you don't know him, okay?"

The dwarf held the wine glass to his lips, and after a moment's reaction, he blinked his eyes and said, "It seems to be true. I was just being stupid. I won't ask anymore, and I don't want to recall it."

"Hey! It's all your fault for not letting me drink. Dwarves are not sober if they don't drink!"

Cassandra, who had been sitting leisurely at the stone round table, laughed at the dwarf with ridicule after hearing Lan's words, and stood up to take the wine glass from Lan.

And went to the side and poured himself a full glass of beer.

She herself was not a big drinker, but in ancient Greece, drinking wine was a daily means of replenishing water on the ship.

But after arriving in the magical Middle Ages, the wide variety of drinks with different flavors compared to ancient Greece did briefly make her fall into the fun of constantly trying new things.

The intimate interaction between Cassandra and Lan once again strengthened the rebels' awareness of the strength of this mysterious helper.

After all, although there has been no clear report summarizing the battle situation of last night's raid, Cassandra's combat effectiveness was already very significant just for the moment she held the city gate.

Such warriors were unthinkable in previous wars. However, since a super-strong man emerged in the war more than two years ago, such people seem to have begun to emerge.

The leader of the rebel army, Sakia, is also seen by others as a warrior who is so fierce that it is not quite reasonable.

"We should really think carefully about what to do next." Sakia spoke to set the tone for the meeting, seeming to be at ease. "We just captured Vergen, but this is just the beginning."

"The Nilfgaardians don't dare to use the dwarves in the city, but we do!" Yarpen muttered, "Now that we have occupied this city, no matter whether they are Kaedwenians or Nilfgaardians, don't think of taking it away easily!"

"But here's the problem." Iorveth, with bloodshot eyes, interrupted, "Who might come to cause trouble? The Kaedweni? Or the Nilfgaardians?"

Iorveth's one eye looked around, meeting everyone's gaze, emphasizing his seriousness.

Determining who the next enemy will be is important both militarily and politically.

But what we are discussing now is the most straightforward military enemy.

"This is the Kaedweni occupation area, so the possibility of Kaedwen is high."

A human said while tapping the table, but was immediately refuted by another person.

"This is indeed the Kaedweni occupied area, but the ones who fought us yesterday were real Nilfgaardians and Nasir auxiliary troops!"

A group of people suddenly started arguing.

Lan turned to look at Sakia.

The Dragon Slayer nodded at him and said, "I had a private communication with the dwarves in Vergen a few days ago, which gave me the confidence to take over the city. But after only a few days, the sun flag was already flying here."

After explaining this sudden change to Lan En, Sakia did not stop, but continued to speak to the participants who were talking.

"In any case, we can be sure of one thing: the appearance of this group of Nilfgaardians was too sudden. It was abnormal."

"They suddenly appeared, and suddenly rushed to the northernmost part of Aedirn. And the commander was incredibly rich, even by the standards of the Nilfgaardians."

"Having money is no problem. Can't he be a Nilfgaardian noble?" A hooded dwarf asked, scratching his chin. "Don't Nilfgaardian nobles always serve as military officers?"

Fighting with the Nilfgaardians for such a long time was actually a process of mutual understanding.

Decades ago, only experts and scholars knew about the existence of such a southern empire. But now, a dwarf captain in the rebel army also knows that Nilfgaard nobles have the habit of gilding their troops.

"Regarding your question: If his family is that wealthy, then he is most likely not just the commander of a company of 800 people, including the Saier auxiliary army."

"Oh, then I know."

The dwarf nodded curtly.

"In other words," Iorveth concluded grimly, "if we don't figure out why this army is here, it will be hard to know who to deal with later."

"Has the commander been captured alive?"

Iorveth had just rested, and before he knew it, Cassandra had killed him with arrows during their night attack.

After Sakia explained to him, the one-eyed elf shook his head speechlessly: "Where is the adjutant? The adjutant should be alive. We can't kill them all, right?"

Now it was Yarpan's turn to scratch his beard.

After completing the ambush as planned, he would of course record the battle results, and he immediately knew that he had killed the Nilfgaardian lieutenant with the first crossbow arrow.

"Damn it, now we can only interrogate the prisoners of war!"

Iorveth said with a headache.

He was different from young people like Hans and Henry who had not experienced the cruel reality. Torture did not cause any psychological pressure to him at all.

But what could a bunch of soldiers know?
The quality of intelligence they can provide is certainly not comparable to that of military officers.

"No matter what, let Iorveth handle this." Lan En didn't care much about not catching anyone alive, "But we still have to do what we need to do next."

When a demon hunter searches for clues, he can only find a few living people. However, it is not necessary to use living people to restore the truth. There are many ways to do it.

Lan En's main hope now is to find the documents, notes, and other things that were stolen from the commander's room.

"Since it is difficult to judge for the time being, whether we will encounter Nilfgaardians or Kaedwenis, then let's do this."

Lan En sneered and turned to look at Sakia: "A lot of Nilfgaardian equipment should have been seized last night, right?"

"The detailed statistics haven't been reported yet," the Dragon Slayer Saint said seriously, "but there are at least more than a hundred sets of armor stripped from the corpses, and hundreds of pieces. But most of them are damaged."

Lan turned his head and looked at the dwarves at the table. "Vergen has been conquered, and there are many dwarves in the city. When can the forge be reopened?"

Yarpan crossed his arms and pondered for a while: "Although this city was built by us, it has already become a trade transit city. Don't hold your hopes too high. I will ask the dwarves in this city and give you a reply. They are recuperating now."

(End of this chapter)