Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1648 1620.kurva!

"Give the worst estimate first."

"The worst? Don't underestimate us! Although Vergen cannot become a city like the Arsenal, it will certainly be no problem to store the equipment of our rebels! But... why do you want to ask this?"

Yarpan crossed his arms and asked Lan En curiously.

The demon hunter under the hood just chuckled. "Then repair those Nilfgaardian equipment first, Yarpen. Make sure they look exactly the same as before, without any damage."

"Wait, you want to..." Sakia seemed to understand, she smiled at Lan En with a sudden enlightenment, "Ha, you bad guy!"

"There's more than one way to defend," Lan En pointed his finger at the stone table with a playful expression, "Wouldn't it be great if we could keep the enemy busy and not be able to take care of ourselves?"

"As winter is coming to an end, the truce between the Nilfgaardians and the Kaedwenians should be tightened. Or..."

Lan En, under his hood, glanced at everyone at the round table.

"If they are not nervous, we can also create a tense atmosphere. With the atmosphere, people will naturally become nervous. And when they are nervous, it is easy for them to accidentally shoot."

"In short, now everyone knows that the war is about to start again, and both sides are waiting for the right time to start the war. But why should we quietly hand over the initiative to the enemy?"

Finally, Lan En's fingers, which were originally just tapping the stone table, gathered together and slapped the tabletop with a "bang"!

Everyone present tensed up at the same time.

It was just a few words of conversation, and Lan En didn't even try to highlight his presence and dominance, but by now he had already quietly controlled the direction and volume of the meeting.

This was something he did naturally and unconsciously.

A force like the Aedirn Rebellion, which is a temporary gathering of people with different identities and demands, is very suitable for the social talents of the Emperor's Son to mediate.

"Send out more than a hundred people, all of them must be good fighters."

Naturally, Lan En began to arrange the tasks directly.

He turned around and asked Sakia, Iorveth and others for help.

"Let's see how many times the Boar King, who is said to be greedy and has a bad temper, can tolerate the provocations of the 'Nilfgaardians'?"

"Oh! That's a great idea!" Yarpen laughed. "We can manufacture and repair not only Nilfgaardian equipment, but also Kaedwen equipment. We are prepared for both sides!"

"Let's do this first." Lan En made the decision. "The situation on the battlefield is unclear right now, but as long as we get them moving, their actions will tell us what the situation is on the battlefield now."

After all, the Aedirn Rebellion is a wild army, with no professional spies, no intelligence analysis room, and no government agencies to cooperate with.

Compared to countries like Temeria, there are fewer information channels.

In Temeria, high-ranking figures like Tishaya and Margarita, who are far away from the battlefield, can talk a lot about the war situation at dinner parties.

But within the rebels, the battlefield was a vast fog of war for them.

However, with Lan En's official intervention, this situation is disappearing rapidly.
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In Vergen's cell.

This is also a typical dwarf style, with stone fences, square rooms, square windows and doors.

The hundreds of prisoners were not a small number, and Vergen’s cell could not hold so many people.

Most of them were used as laborers and, under guard, began to clean up the traces of a great battle that took place last night in the city of Vergen.

Either moving corpses or digging pits to bury people.

Hans was one of those thrown into the cell at this time, but he would rather be working outside. At least he would be busy and wouldn't have so many thoughts in his mind.

"I am a noble. They should treat me like a noble. I am a noble."

In the square cell, there was only the fluttering light of the candle, the dancing shadows, and the stinking smell of feces and blood.

Hans was a nobleman, and according to the rules of both the North and the South, people like him would not be hanged after the battle unless they died on the battlefield or from complications of post-war injuries. Just ask someone to deliver the ransom.

But he was a young man from the South, who took advantage of the armistice to go to the front, hoping to gain some experience, merit and fame.

Although he had been in the North for two or three months, stereotypes such as "the North is full of barbarians", "the North is full of monsters and moral corruption" were still deeply rooted in his mind.

He didn't know how these northerners would treat a southern noble like him.

Precisely because there is hope of survival under normal circumstances, one becomes more anxious and worried at this time.

Leaning against the corner, even though there was a smelly toilet next to him, Hans still walked around with his eyes blank and muttered to himself over and over again.

At this time, he was looking at the honest and simple Henry who was squeezed in the same cell with him, and trying his best to calm him down.

"Capone!" He half-knelt down, held Hans' arm, and patted his shoulder vigorously, his tone concerned and sincere, "It's okay! We will be fine! Don't think too much!"

"Remember what you always said? Fortune favors the brave!"

It cannot be said that Henry's comfort was of much use, but at least it helped Hans come back to his senses and not completely indulge in panic.

"Fate favors me. What the hell!" Hans smiled bitterly and raised his head. "I am the master of Pickstein, and I will inherit Lathe in the future! But what about now? I can even bury my head in the dung bucket if I turn my head sideways!" Henry and Hans are old friends. Although he was complaining, he was still in the mood to complain, which meant that he was mentally stable at this time.

In the cell next door, I heard someone starting to hurt himself.

They both have optimistic personalities, so when Hans started talking, Henry also breathed a sigh of relief and laughed.

"Oh, I thought you were going to cry while hugging that shit bucket."

Henry stood up, took a step back and sat down in the corner opposite Hans, his armor rustling.

Because they had just been locked up and the people outside were in a hurry to clean up the battlefield and remove the bodies, they only took off their weapons and did not even touch their armor, let alone search them thoroughly.

But basically they would have to wait until the afternoon, when the people outside had time to take action, and then they would all be stripped clean.

"Have you got anything to eat, Henry?"

"Yes, but do you want to sit next to the dung bucket to eat?"

"Oh, that makes sense."

Hans sat down next to Henry, shoulder to shoulder.

Henry rummaged around under his tunic that covered his armor and pulled out two knots of lye bread, a piece of cheese, a piece of bacon, and a chicken drumstick.

"I" Hans stared at this scene blankly, "Where did you get it from?"

"Okay." Henry spread his hands, handed over the food first, and then whispered, "When we broke into Vergen a few days ago, I found a bag. The bag was very delicate. It looked only the size of a palm, but it could hold a whole cabinet's worth of stuff!"

"Space expansion pack?" Hans was more knowledgeable than Henry. He exclaimed, but without any other emotion. "You made a fortune!"

"It doesn't matter whether you make money or not." Henry laughed bitterly. "Anyway, I'll have to strip you clean when I search you later, so let's just eat first."

Hans tore off a piece of tough lye bread and chewed it hard when he suddenly realized something.

"Do you have any spare weapons in your bag?"

"Yes, there is." Henry responded straightforwardly, "But are you sure you can run away with weapons at this time?"

Hans slumped.

"Well, you can't."

The blond noble boy weakly tore at the lye bread knot while reaching out to knock on the breastplate under Henry's robe, making two "dong dong" sounds.

"You turned the commander's bedroom upside down, didn't you? You stuffed all the space expansion packaging on your body. I remember that what he served for dinner was almost what we had. What else was there? It's already late, let's take a look at what's new."

Originally, Henry's breastplate was the one with a gold-plated sun wheel, which was the commander's spare armor.

But at that time, a group of Nasser people were thinking about returning to the organization and wanting to contact the Nilfgaardian lieutenant. His armor was too obvious, so he put on a robe to cover it.

Otherwise, just based on the breastplate, he would have been mistaken for a Nilfgaardian officer, and Alpen's arrow might have been aimed at his throat.

"Okay."

At this time, Henry nodded indifferently.

He was going to be stripped naked in a few hours anyway, so it didn't matter at the moment.

He took out the space expansion bag, which was a small leather bag the size of a palm.

Hans and Henry watched in boredom as they took out the contents.

At first, they didn't care much about luxury items, such as gold and silver cups.

The follow-up has some real material, not some deceptive magic amulet, which is a bit more exciting.

Although Henry was highly skilled and could pick the lock and search the commander's room at lightning speed under the offensive rhythm arranged by Lan, he was still a human being after all and had no time to see these things clearly.

I was able to take it all in one go thanks to the space expansion pack.

But as he continued to dig inside, Henry casually put aside several notebooks and stacks of papers, which caught Hans' attention.

"Wait, what is this?"

"These?" Henry turned his head to take a look. "These are the things on his desk. I took them all away. Do you want to look through them?"

Hans and Henry were both literate, and as they flipped through the pages they found that the notebooks were diaries, and the stacks of paper were contracts and the like.

There is nothing strange about writing a diary. Generally, people who have important and tedious work will write a diary to prevent their memory from deceiving them under the cover of time.

But when Henry and Hans each opened their diaries, contracts, etc. and took a few glances at them, their eyes widened at the same time and their breathing became heavy.

"kurva! (Nilfgaardian: damn it!)"*2
(End of this chapter)