Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1699 1671. Field Hospital
Before the Redanian reinforcements and the rotten infantry regiments went to the battlefield, the dull and impatient sound of horse hooves was heard outside the tent of the field hospital. Screams and neighs filled the surroundings, and a soldier rushed into the hospital, followed by two orderly soldiers.

"Run, everyone!" the soldiers shouted. "Try to escape! The Nilfgaardians have won, and we have lost! It's over!"

"Hemostat!" The wounded man was lying on the operating table, and Milo Van der Beck was trying his best to avoid the blood gushing out of his artery. "Hemostat and cotton gauze! Shani, press here! Mattie, think of a way to stop the bleeding!"

In front of the tent, someone screamed like a wild animal, but the sound would become smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a breathless groan. A horse was neighing, and at the same time, a crossbow arrow tore through the canvas and shot to the other side of the tent.

Fortunately, the angle was high enough and the injured person on the stretcher was not hurt.

"Nilfgaardians!" the soldier shouted again, his voice high and trembling, "Doctor, didn't you hear? The Nilfgaardians have won, and they are probably starting a massacre now! Run!"

The halfling took the suture needle handed over by the sorceress and began to sew. The wounded man on the operating table had been lying motionless for a long time, but it was obvious that his heart was still beating.

Therefore, the four red-haired doctors beside the operating table did not give up on him at this time.

"I don't want to die." shouted a conscious wounded soldier.

The soldier who ran over to warn the field hospital cursed, ran to the door of the tent, but screamed and retreated, falling to the ground with blood splattering.

Airola, who was kneeling beside the stretcher, took several steps back in fear.

Suddenly, there was silence all around.

This is really bad.

'Rust' thought to himself.

Then he saw the guy who walked into the tent. It was an elf. And there was a silver lightning on his cloak, which was the symbol of the infamous Willyhead Brigade.

"A field hospital." The leading elf said, "Are they receiving treatment?"

No one spoke.

The halfling found his hands shaking, so he handed the needle to the sorceress. Meanwhile, Shani's face turned as white as chalk dust.

"What's the point?" The elf said viciously, "How many people can you save? The wounded should lie on the battlefield and accept the fact that they will die from their injuries. At least this is fairer to the soldiers who can't get here in time, isn't it?"

He thrust his weapon into the neck of the wounded man at the door, while another elf stabbed a wounded man through the chest.

Shani screamed, and Arora threw herself on a stretcher and covered a wounded man with her body. Her face looked almost the same as Shani's.

The elf narrowed his eyes at this.

"Get out!" The halfling took a few big steps and blocked Aurora's way. "Get out of my hospital, murderer! You can go outside and kill each other, but don't kill people here!"

The elf looked down and saw the tiny halfling shivering, only reaching as high as his belt.

"I'm only killing humans today, so get out of my way!"

"Don't think about it!"

The halfling doctor's teeth were chattering, but his tone did not waver.

Shani could see that the elf's hand had adjusted the position of the sword. In fear, she suppressed her sobs.

Milo van der Beck, who was facing the elf, had closed his eyes, while Aurora behind him was lying on the wounded and trembling.

But just as the elf was gripping the hilt of the sword, without any warning, he turned around with a dazed expression and slashed at his companion with the knife!

The elves were startled. If the leading elf hadn't been confused and didn't hit the target, the elf would have killed the person in one blow!
magic!

Those who reacted at the scene made their judgment immediately.

The halfling turned to look at Mattie Sodergren first, but he found that the sorceress was only looking at a corner of the tent.

In that corner, a wounded man who was originally lying on a stretcher pointed his left hand at the mad elf, and a cold white magical light was faintly flashing on his hand!

His eyes, which were cloudy due to excessive blood loss, now had amber vertical pupils!

This is a demon hunter!

In the tent, the two elves finally slashed each other in the fight, and fell to the ground with serious injuries, breathing out but not in. They looked no different from a pile of wounded people.

Rusty tried to move, but his legs were shaking, and so were his arms.

Arora's body was shaking with sobs, and she curled up next to the stretcher for the wounded she was protecting, in a fetal position.

Shani was crying, but she still held the hemostat in her hand. Mattie quietly sutured the wound, her lips whispering silently.

"You've caused a big mess, witcher." The halfling gasped. "Now, now they will really massacre the hospital!"

"I realized that, too. But I did it subconsciously." Cohen's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were getting more cloudy and hollow, and his voice was getting softer and softer. "I'm sorry, doctor."

"No, I don't blame you, I don't blame you." The half-man muttered as he took a step forward, apparently still wanting to walk towards the operating table.

Even though the other elves outside the tent might rush in and kill everyone inside at the next moment, he still wanted to walk to the operating table.

But I don’t know if it’s the gods’ mercy.

"?!"

At the same time, almost everyone felt their bodies begin to feel numb, and their hair and sweat glands began to stand up and frizz up. People who had just walked through the gates of hell could not tell whether this was a normal reaction of their bodies when experiencing near-death danger, or a change caused by exogenous factors.

But until now, the four stubborn red-haired doctors in the tent took the wounded man who had been stitched up off the operating table and moved the witcher from the Griffin School back up, and no elves came in from outside the tent.

It was as if only those two elves had found the location of the field hospital.

But this is obviously impossible!
There was no more noise and screaming outside the tent. To be precise, it was still very noisy because the wounded were always groaning and crying out in pain.

However, doctors can still distinguish between the sounds caused by pain and the screams caused by seeing the enemy.

The four red-haired doctors who had just put Cohen on the operating table looked at each other, and a voice came from outside.

"The penetrating wound was caused by a three-pronged pitchfork?" The voice coming from outside was a calm male voice, and it sounded familiar to the three females among the four red-haired doctors.

"I suggest you just pull out the pitchfork and focus on the speed of stitching."

"Then he will die directly from heavy bleeding." The halfling retorted subconsciously.

"He won't, doctor." The man outside the tent said. Somehow, he seemed to be able to calm the wounded by speaking. "He is a demon hunter. His pupils are dilated, but he is still a long way from death. This bottle of poison can make him recover quickly."

As he spoke, an arm stretched out, and a small glass bottle lay in the palm of the broad hand.

Beside the operating table, the doctors all turned their heads.

Three of the women recognized the man on the spot, after all, they had met him before.

Xia Ni walked over blankly and took the bottle of [Advanced Pure White Rafad] from Lan En's hand.

She looked a little dull, very different from the smart and ambitious young female college student that Lan En had seen when he first met her.

"Hold on a little longer, Shani."

Lan En said softly, then turned and left.

As soon as he walked away, Shani, who was standing at the door of the tent, saw that there was a tall, elegant and magical horse outside!

The pale mane of the horse that protruded from under the harness flashed with blue electric light, making the surrounding environment crackle.

When the witcher, who seemed to have walked out of a legendary story, looked at the wounded outside the tent, a sense of glory seemed to ignite in his chest out of nowhere.

They suppressed their cries of pain.

"Lord Lan En!" Suddenly, someone among the wounded shouted, "I followed you! We fought on Mount Sodden!"

"Yes, I have that impression."

Lan En stopped, turned around and looked at the man seriously.

"Will we win this time?"

"Yes, gentlemen." The witcher did not hesitate for a moment, "I will...end this war."

He rode on the horse and turned into a lightning afterimage at an unimaginable speed.

Xia Ni suddenly covered her face and started crying, as if she was hoarse.

But she still handed the potion in her hand to the halfling doctor while crying.
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Menno Kuhoon's expression was very calm and normal. He gave the order, and the Nilfgaardian herald who had been ready on the side nodded and ran out of the command post.

Everyone acted very calm.

It was as if a few kilometers away, on the battlefield where more than 100,000 people were fighting, the fighting and screaming, struggling and struggling of the people had completely tilted the balance of victory and were not worth caring about at all.

Instead, what they are going to do next is the real "win or lose".

There were only two exceptions in the command post.

Henry, who was originally tidying up the table silently, and Hans, who was standing aside, both shuddered subconsciously after hearing Menno Kukhorn's order.

It was like remembering something I absolutely didn't want to recall.

In their instinct to "seek a sense of security and familiarity", the two looked at each other at the same time, and both noticed the resistance, pity, and disgust in each other's eyes.

These mixed and complex emotions were difficult to see through and understand at first, but because the two people's feelings at this moment were so synchronized, they understood them all at once.

"Well, Marshal," Hans Capen said stiffly. "Since it's about to start, shouldn't we also go over and take our positions?"

Fortunately, he had already looked very nervous when he was watching the battle in the distance before, so now his expression seems very normal.

Menno Cuhoon glanced back at them and nodded.

"Well, that's your mission, do it well, boys."

He responded casually, and also took the time to comfort the two young Nasser men who looked a little frightened.

"Believe me, when the war is over, even though you have been unknown on the battlefield, the Empire has always been wise, and His Majesty is also wise. He will know your contributions and glory in obscurity, and will not hesitate to reward you."

(End of this chapter)