Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1700 1672. Thunder
Hans and Henry came out of the command post together.

Both of them had unhappy expressions on their faces, just like the night before in Aedin Vergen when they were ordered to force the dwarves to mine by abusing the prisoners of war.

But this time, they did not say much to each other to relieve their tension, as well as the unusually heavy feeling in their hearts due to the things called "conscience and morality" that still remained.

The two of them were redeemed from the eastern front of Aedirn and transferred to the central front. They were two young men who were once afraid of being whipped with special whips. Now they are considered to have a lot of experience.

The two of them walked towards the center and back of the Nilfgaard camp.

This location was isolated, with many large tents inside, and inside the tents were large trucks. It was impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside.

Nasser's tactical cavalry regiment guards this area.

Of course, they were not the only ones. Although the main forces of Nilfgaard were fighting at the front, some imperial troops were still deployed in such important places.

A small number of imperial troops were mainly responsible for supervision, and the Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment, a provincial troop, was one of the ones selected to do the work and be supervised.

After arriving at the place, although they had experienced and seen a lot, the two young men, Henry and Hans, still looked at each other at the same time and took a deep breath to calm themselves down.

The blue rose flag of Nasser was flying, and the two of them found their own troops who were on duty around the isolated area today.

"Has anyone been notified?" Hans asked an adjutant. "The front line failed, and the marshal ordered the action."

It was visible to the naked eye that not only Henry and Hans, but also the adjutant and almost all the soldiers in the entire Nasser Tactical Cavalry Regiment, had unhappy expressions on their faces.

They are not in a bad mood because of the defeat on the front line.

"The conventional battle failed? The northerners are still capable." The adjutant blew his nose hard and cursed, "Then ring the bell now?"

"Wait for orders, I don't want to be suspected of exceeding my authority!" Hans cursed. "I don't want to do this at all! Why do we have to do this!?"

Henry's honest voice also chimed in: "Anyway, the order will arrive soon."

The two of them were subconsciously delaying the time of "ringing the bell", just like when they were hesitating while holding the cruel special whip.

But the order always comes.

Menno Kuhoon's messenger arrived at the isolated area, presented his orders, and was then received by the imperial army here.

The imperial troops guarding here completed the order verification rigorously.

The steps did not increase or decrease, and the efficiency did not increase or decrease, as if the collapsed battlefield a few kilometers away did not exist for them.

The imperial colonel nodded his helmet with black wings pointing skywards.

He turned to look at the Cyran man: "Ring the bell!"

An ordinary-looking bronze bell, like the bells that would hang in an ordinary church, was pushed out on a wooden rack.

The people of Nasser carried it to a car packed with prisoners.

The car was covered with canvas, and no one could tell what was different about it.

The Ser people held their spears with grim expressions, pointing at the prisoners in the car. The prisoners seemed to know the procedure. After the car was pulled and covered with canvas, the sound of bells being rung was heard from inside.

To be honest, in a noisy place like a military camp, in a large-scale battle involving more than 100,000 people with the sound of horses and soldiers shouting and the army on the verge of collapse, the sound of the bell, although melodious, was not very noticeable.

But everyone present had a solemn expression.

Some timid Nasser people were even biting their lips.

The bell was rung as ordered, and after it was rung, movement began to be heard in the isolated area they were guarding.

There were large, large areas of whimpering coming from someone unknown! Those things seemed to want to scream, exclaim, and struggle, but they could only do so like tied-up pigs, unable to move or even shout.

In the quarantine area, the large trucks parked in the tents made shaking and wooden boards collided.

A large number of sounds gathered together, making people feel uneasy.

The blocked whimpering screams and the sounds of struggle seemed even more weird, eerie and terrifying in this gloomy weather and against the backdrop of the cruel battlefield in the distance!
Almost all of them put the guards outside the quarantine area under tremendous psychological pressure.

Some of the soldiers of the Nasair Tactical Cavalry Regiment had their mouths twitching and kept cursing under their breath, while others closed their eyes and silently prayed to the gods they believed in.

The cart carrying the prisoners and the bronze bell was taken away. It will move irregularly around the quarantine area and be controlled by the imperial army. The soldiers of Nasser are only responsible for protecting the security of the quarantine area.

After the Nilfgaard camp began its actions, corresponding changes occurred on the battlefield.

A dark cloud with little recognition appeared in the already gloomy sky. At first, no one noticed or paid attention to it, but then
After John Natalis gave the order to bring in the reserve troops at the last minute, the battlefield situation had become clear to the Northern Allied Command.

The Nilfgaardian offensive, like a black wave, was contained and cut off from the side by the Redanian army!
The central defense line on the front also held up miraculously. Only a small number of troops from the Willuhead Brigade rushed over, and the impact they caused was very limited. It was not even considered to have been breached at all.

People cheered! People celebrated! Foltest hugged his sheriff like crazy, and even wanted to call Vernon Roche to help lift the old man up.

There was no more doubt or fear in the command post. All the people who had been in a panic half an hour ago, urging Natalis to change tactics and prepare for a retreat, now looked excited and encouraged.

Finally the dust has settled!

Have they won yet?
"Your Excellency, Sheriff! Your Majesty!" A messenger came galloping on horseback from the foot of the hill, shouting at the same time.

Foltest smiled generously and took out a purse from his belt, ready to reward the messenger who was the first to report the good news after the battle was decided. "Child, what is your name? Tell the king your name, haha! This name will be passed down forever with this battle!"

The King of Temeria laughed before the messenger even came to a stop.

"Your Majesty." The messenger cried, "The eastern defense line has collapsed!"

In just a moment, the command post, which was originally filled with excitement and enthusiasm, was like everyone was poured with a bucket of ice water in this gloomy and cold weather.

It suddenly got cold.

Foltest's face froze: "Eastern. Defense?"

"You are talking nonsense! Watch your tongue, kid! Lying about military intelligence is a serious crime!" He shouted angrily, as if eager to convince someone, "The Nilfgaardians on the eastern defense line have just been attacked from the side by Sir Brunket of Redania and his cavalry!"

"The Nilfgaardian army has been cut in half! We can see it clearly from this mountain! You are now reporting to me that the eastern defense line has collapsed?!"

Yes, this hill was chosen as the command post because of its good view. From here you can overlook a large area of ​​the battlefield.

So at this moment, John Natalis took the lead in grabbing the angry king.

"Look there, your majesty!"

The sorcerers, soldiers, clerks, and messengers present all looked in the direction the sheriff pointed.

It seemed as if the gloomy weather just now obscured the light, causing the eastern defense line to be particularly blurry.

But the dust had settled earlier, and the Nilfgaardians, who had been hit from the side and were in such a miserable state, were basically considered to have failed in everyone's eyes, so no one paid any attention to them anymore.

But now looking back at the eastern defense line, I saw the black wave that had been split in two by the Redanian cavalry just over ten minutes ago.

Now, like a group of ants clinging to and biting a fat fleshy insect, they were quickly devouring the Redanian cavalry corps that had just charged in fiercely!

The Redanian cavalry, who had just joined the battlefield and had been gathering strength as a reserve, were now as slow and bloated as fat worms.

Not only did it look like a flesh worm, but it was the kind of flesh worm that, after exhausting all its energy and strength, couldn't even wriggle a few times!

"What the hell is Brunket doing?!" Natalis cursed angrily at first, and then, as if realizing something, he looked at the stunned king, and suddenly turned to shout at the warlocks, "Magic! Magic support!"

This is the kind of 'breakthrough ability' that the Nilfgaardians have demonstrated since the war started again!
At this moment, John Natalis reacted immediately.

Only a supernatural force could turn such a heavy cavalry unit, whose morale and physical condition were at their peak, into exhausted fleshworms so quickly!

The two sorcerers, Triss and Sabina, immediately focused their spells and attention on the target on the battlefield.

But then “Ugh!”*2
At the same time, their faces turned pale, and they fell to the ground at the same time, vomiting bitter water and stomach acid.

The faces of the people in the command post turned almost as pale as the two of them.

Only Natalis walked quickly towards the two sorceresses, knelt on the ground and slid over halfway, not caring about the mud caused by the bitter water and stomach acid.

"What did you feel?!" He just stared at the reactions of the two sorceresses, as if trying to figure out the enemy's secrets. "Cast the spell there, what did you feel?!"

"Fear and exhaustion. Ugh!" Triss's sense of responsibility and honor forced her to speak, but she still spat out another mouthful of bitterness on Natalis' chest.

"As soon as my spirit extended over there, I felt extremely scared and exhausted! This, ugh! This is not nausea caused by nausea, but a physiological reaction caused by extreme fear and extreme fatigue! Damn it! I feel like I'm about to lose control of my bladder!"

"Shut up! Triss, shut up!" Sabina screamed beside her.

A proud group of sorceresses almost became uncontrollably incontinent due to physiological reactions.

One can imagine how bad the condition of those soldiers on the battlefield is!
No matter how strong the spirit and physique are, or how sophisticated the equipment is, what use are they to a person who is vomiting and having diarrhea due to extreme fear and exhaustion?
It's just a bloated meat worm.

The bad news continues to come.

"The central line of defense has been breached." Lincoln was covered in blood, and no one knew where his helmet was. The first thing he said when he came over made everyone's faces look even uglier.

But the secretary of Embers Knight just pretended not to see it.

"I saw the changes on the battlefield in advance, and at least I led most of the Mahakam Volunteer Army and the Free Corps to withdraw in advance. But there is also good news, everyone."

"good news?"

John Natalis asked with a bleak smile, pulling open the corners of his mouth with difficulty.

This question is more like a self-deprecating irony.

But Lincoln still pretended not to see it.

"The good news is, everyone." He ran his bloody hands through his hair and smiled, "I'm getting frizzy again."

"Boom!"

The distant and dull thunder was still far away in the last second, and exploded directly on the battlefield in the next second!

(End of this chapter)